Ethos - 2011/04/14

I see nothing
Streaks of fire
Scorch the sky
I do not exist
Silent moments
Make me ask why

I am silent
Ignoring howls
Of all in pain
I just sleep
As the future
Is softly slain

I am alone
Others live on
Quite separate
They mourn me
Trapped by all
I did create

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