Hand Covers Bruise

i am alone

inside the halls of somber stone
among the tears of those who had gone
everyone, everything passing me by
without even noticing who am i

broken notes fills my head
entwined with dreams of the silent dead
i stood dumbfounded, unable to feel
is it maybe because i'm not, i'm never real?

for who am i, standing here
a sum of experiences, hopes and fears
maybe i'm never was, never has
merely empty space, through the looking glass

i am breaking

the winds follows through, it's touch so brittle
tearing pieces off, little by little
crumbling to the earth, turning into sand
going back to a place, where it all began

with every blow, comes long sought respite
bits of what once was, gone without a fight
the sun sets, and with it, the last flashes of light
surrendering time, to the darkness of night

i am gone

only in memories and they too will fade away
for no one can forever keep death at bay
what is the purpose of it all, i can only say
it is love, a price i gladly pay