Whispers of a Silent Fall

The Chasm; If You Were

my tears are acid, and they burn into me, dissolving.
slowly it whittles away at my eyes.
burns my cheeks.
but my punishment is all the more deserving.
ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
there is comfort in the fact of inevitable death and fear in the fact of inevitable death.
my heart beats alone in its vast chasm.
begs for a semblance of peace.
it hurts.
what a cosmic joke.
to be born and reborn with no say,
reliving tragedies and romances with no memory,
one day we will have to justify the space we take.
our sins will lay on our backs with heavy regret and sorrow,
pleading,
why us, why now, why this.
the air we breathe takes away from others more worthy,
would it not be better if you were