Carbon
Dust
I awoke to tears of color
Hurt from every surface
Molecular deconstruction
Unreaped harvest
Not a drop of triumph left in your vial
A Maroge of golden snakes
Washing it self away in its tide
To never touch the tips of your fingers
Again...
I couldn’t bare another moment
Staring myself in the mirror
As dogs screech in my minds forefront
I hear those footsteps
Coming up the stairs
Who are you?
What are you doing in my house?
I will not willingly suffocate an unmeasured death
My blood is purple and the leaves are all dead
I remember once before their passing
They were all colored red
Fire on the tree line
Where did destruction come from?
Where are my loved ones?
Was there ever a time before us?
Are we merely just carbon collecting like dust?
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