The world burns away
With each passing moment
Friends leave, trudging into the darkness
Never to return
Each blade of grass, every petal
Withers as I watch, unblinking
This is age, I think
When memories must be laid to rest
Given their graves
Their private ceremonies
Their periods of mourning
This is age
Among the carcasses of my past
I tread, forlorn
Digging deeper graves
Laying loss to rest
The world burns away, but
Burdened with the scars
I remain
Still as the night that burns me.
