When night glazes over
you think to yourself
about times that occured
and things that you felt

A whisper is soft
to tell you the truth
surprising, no answer
nothing can soothe

You turn to your side
to grab something close
you fall down in ashes
and continue to roast

As you grasp for the air
it becomes harder to breathe
all that is left is to
continue to scream

So what is the point?
You ponder in thought
if noones around and everythings lost

Well hope you suppose
what seems like a joke
but then things change
the sun then awoke