The Day That Died Forever

When I am Colder,Older and then alone... I will collect the sky on my own... When the art has faded and the days then fade- when everyone has gone away... I may finally see what never was saw .....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins. This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe The children were all searching or lost in a crowd All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul Though beauty was sold it never came true Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through Materials and poison and everything lost have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art As the sun sets and the darkness grows I too shall follow this pattern in tow Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face She has given me comfort as I leave this place The wars have occurred,humanity's lost Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost Day was Life,Night is Death And the latter has given counsel on my final steps