Cinder - No One Knows What The Dead Think

Detach my shadow—

Reload movements repeating

Dead stumps of memory

Revenants outlive — moments

Until we take their shape

Corseted with a virus

Mission belief purpose

Bird song

Aban-don string

Find your place in silence

The starlight — vacuum black

Memories, fade

Regrets, pain

Colors, linger

And time, time stands still

I fight for nothing

My light is pure hatred

A fire exhausted

Through breathing coals

Spore of blood

Lead

The lick of the flames utters

Ashes that find their way

To burn