Where We Once Stood

The ground shall remember where we once stood. Traces, remnants of us shall be carved into the silence. Yet, time relentless, will slowly soften the edges. Until even the echoes no longer call our worthless names. Those of course will not prevail... And I wonder why did we start naming ourselves as such... Perhaps we never truly knew who we truly are. Skies bare witness and now they are hollow. An endless expanse that mirrors the unforgiving absence. The solitude of being around no one who understands you. We tried our best to be good, to be great, to pursue goodwill. But we have failed, how hard we have failed... Giving way to the darkest of passions. What we are... What I am... Is but a fleeting flame. Fading slowly, expiring in the cold wind of this merciless winter... Carry the weight of emptiness, of those forgotten steps. An ache beneath the soil, extending to our limbs. Roots entwined with what remains of our scarred selves. The fragile aspects that we once believed would last. Where we once stood there is only dust, only pain, only blood. A cemetery of moments leaving us, a testament of oblivion. We have become merely the whispers of the end. Here you will learn the price... Of being nothing. Impermanence, the vastness of indifference. What semblance of light remains inside? What is the true weight of our souls if there is one? All the bright colors have a sad tonality in my heart... I wonder if those are like that, or if my eyes are sick. To crumble is the final gift, to fade away with the wind. Accept the suffering and find happiness in it. Death! Come now and take me! For once let me become something beautiful!