https://files.catbox.moe/enlb4d.mp3

Have I lost faith
In these
Few moments to myself
To myself

In these few moments
So very few moments to think
Think to myself

For ink no longer
Leaves
the relief that it used to

The breeze is turning 
into a chill
The chill is freezing
Over

I remember
I remember
Embers of a distant past
That touched into my heart

I yearn for something
That’s passing away
I know I’ve lost something
Something sacred
Something in the iterations,
Something I can’t
Or don’t want to 
say

This terrible signal
Just strong enough to hold 
Holds its hooks over my heart

And all these images
Faded beyond recognition
Will weaken into the stars

One day they will burn out
Becoming 
like the rest of us

(Are we out of time?)

I think 
Even though it’s too late
I think I’ll go back to sleep
This too will pass
The passing over
Of the second death

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