the origins of ruin
Hand on heart, head in hands
The light is fading now,
It cannot pierce the darkness
Nothing left to build upon
Except the mounting fear
That none of this was worth it
Hand on pen, pen to page
Focus though I may
My words have failed me
Emptiness consuming me
The shadows of my broken hope
Play in the dying night
Tears in eyes, eyes wide open
Staring at the glass
The face I see knows everything
Words I've written, letters never sent
Only signposts marking out, the origins of ruin