I reach for something that isn't there,
and watch nothing disappear into the dust.
I cant pull enough air into my lungs,
as the dust coats my throat.
I choke on the soot, as I fall to the floor.
I realize it's the ash of who you were.
Slid through my fingers
I reach for something that isn't there,
and watch nothing disappear into the dust.
I cant pull enough air into my lungs,
as the dust coats my throat.
I choke on the soot, as I fall to the floor.
I realize it's the ash of who you were.