Souls shaded outline
Ash parchment descending slow
Heavens light burnt bright

Pride was our weakness
before the skies caught fire
now our pride is ash.

I got my own little jar of love.
Filled up with sweet nothings and kisses.
But it's been sealed, cause it's had enough.
Had enough of sweet nothing misses.

I'll break the seal though some day soon
Feel the ink and paper in my palms
And I'll toss them up, up to the moon
Cause amongst this chaos I need some calm.

Call me crazy, call me weird.
But These slips of love expired.
I'll burn them all, all the things I feared.
I'll warm my palms in the heat of the fire.

Love burns bright, in life and in death.
It burns hot and it burns long.
But careful, when ink and paper are all that's left.
There's a time stamp on this fires song.

My mom found a box in our garage that was chalked full of my past.
Isn't it kinda funny reminiscing on things you thought that were meant to last?

I sacrificed so much and gave everything I have, only to realize that in the end, it's all smoke and ash.

When my soul is free, set my body on a pyre alight,
free from mortality and from pain.
Send my form to join my soul in fire and flight,
and watch the blaze eat what's left away.

If tears fall as I hope they might,
down faces creased with love and age,
let them be freed as well, and blur their sight
with tears of acceptance; joyous and gay.
When my soul is free, let their souls be bright,
not tortured as I let them see me now.
Though my soul was broken through my life,
let my body burn bright; let the fire roar loud.

Let me turn my eyes skyward, head unbowed;
My form; My soul; My whole bathed in light,
not dark and cold as I feel it now.
Let the fire roar loud and banish night.

And when ashes fall from that heated height.
They will freeze the fingers that vainly grasp,
and my soul will glow in blue and white,
and whisper consolation to earthly Hells unasked,
and though cold like death and hot like pain,
though the pyre devours what yet remains,
let the fire burn fast and the night die low,
as my soul finds repose in a fire with ash like snow.

You may shiver at words,
They are the interpretation
Of all pain, fear,
Love.
But as the leaves fall like ash
From a charcoal sky,
It is known that there may be no more days
To admit my love for you.

I trust no one without you
Stabilizing my thoughts,
But you have turned to ash
Now within the winds.

No longer with the living
Without you I wilt, I am
Less than I was. But I still
Miss your breath.

Could I motivate without
Your words to keep me in
The minds of reality, I am
Lost upon an ocean of thought
Without you I will capsize and
Loss my grip, without you I am lost