Dec 03, 2007 20:34
Around me is silence
the past cacophony over
the reverberations stilled
all of your dreams are revealed
as illusions and deceptions
as each of your promises turns to ash
one
ember
at
a
time
until there is nothing
you wear the face
that you wore before you were born
and your true
soul stands revealed
as it is,
.
.
.
nothing.