It fell apart in beautiful ways..

The imagination shattered..

The magic fading..

The hope running down the dream glass..

The trail marks on your face..

Left behind by held back tears..

And all the nothing you have always been..

Remembered and reminded..

From the time you forgot..

I just want to forget again..

The sad shadows watch again..

In all their glory..

With their eyes they take away your color..

With their shade they take away your shine..

With their lies they take away your truth..

Soon there will be only remnants of imagination, magic, and hope..

And maybe with a spark..

You can shine again soon..

I assume we are scared of death because we don’t want life to end

but Death wants to live too,

The sun has to go away
For the moon to be able to shine .

My room
Is dark
A web
Of night
But in the corners of my room
Glow handfuls of sunlight
Shining gently
Like yellow fire