Even the Ashes Are Smiling

Communication is a plague Bound to doom my mentality Remembering is painful I look up to an empty street I look around No person in sight Just the ashes that glide in the cold wind Even with the autumn breeze Gives me a sense of solitude A closure in this isolation Even in times of my worst Nothing would be noticed Enshrouded by an abysmal decay A tear in the minds of the weak Delve deep in the timeless void An empty note was all I left Once the ashes stained the walls Wading through the depths of apathy To find some form of comfort One final direction To this cold, hard journey One more second One more breath All there is to do now Is to pull the trigger And correct my mistakes My mistake; existing in a world Where the ominous clouds Rains sourness and sorrow