Silent, solemn whispers,
Eerie, little ghosts,
Wisps of dying prayers,
Clinging to my throat.
Lying on the sidewalk,
Weaving through the blaze,
Calling to the strangers,
Forgetting petty names.
Grasping at the voices,
Clawing at the light,
Hugging deathly shadows,
Slowly going blind.
Blowing through the rumours,
Sleeping in the ash,
Falling down the secrets,
Living in the past...