Re-union

staying in the rugs of last remains
the pain is more comforting than moving on
the sun pierces through blinded eyes
it would be better if its dark soon
the shadows of the ghosts of memories
play an unnerving game
they slither through my entire being
and claim their victory.
i don't want to be subjected to them
yet i am too laid back to even fight
"you won't be able to fight me"
the words echo in my mind
i cry till my eyes bleed blood
this reflection in crimson puddles ain't mine
yet it seems so like what i have become
i've got weathered wings to fly
in the thrashing winds of time
the time would come
when i'll be undone
the final peace of all eternities
and in the place beyond the ceasing times
you and i would be one again....