My skin feels grey, stricken by match and burnt to cinder, coal, cracked and crisp.

walls break way to sand.
Sand-
sand and Ash are all that remain
when my body crumbles.

a time when youth bright with it green grasses and floral scents of flower.
An ode to time, when my time line fades
And there are no more scents, no more color, and all I am is sand, Build me into castle