To Lay Like Old Ashes
Austere
A longing sense
To fulfil my days of empty slumber
The remnants of life
Like ashes, scattered across the ground
It all seems worthless
From the window pane
I gaze upon the autumn tress
Raining leaves and gnarling mists
Like my very essence, grey
Travelling through nothingness
My life is fucking empty
To exist in fragile light
Silence
Cold
Alone
Death, with no redemption
We're all heading towards the end
It is with us, from the dawn
The dawn of our miserable lives
We all live in a delusion
As life holds nothing but death
