Stumbling through dark,
covered in ashes,
Left to die in a cold world,
As time slowly passes.
Everyone died
Leaving you behind,
Voices echo in the distance,
Your pain is reminiscence
Eerie voices from your past
Echo through the streets,
Waiting for your breath to pass,
In you they don’t believe
They live in a world so unkind,
Watching you fall down,
They can no longer confine,
You give in, a gun draws out.
No intent to stop their voices,
No intent to make more choices,
The gun returns to the temple,
Creating a downpour so torrential
Memories meet the messenger,
And your mind doesn’t register.
A vacant void awaits your arrival,
Such an infinite life needs no more survival
Vacant Clouds 