death was a good, patient listener...

[ladyinwayting]

grasp! grasp!
oh god! you fall!
doesn't it hurt
the way they think you're flying?
but you aren't
because ashes are snowing,
and they won't catch you
because night is coming.
oh, how you slither at their heels!
don't you sense their dying will?
nothing is forgiven
that isn't first killed,
so run run run towards the hills-
the ones they've lit and trapped
and made your final resting place.
don't be afraid
for the hungry will come soon,
and they don't know it yet-
but one day they'll rest in your place, too.