seasons of our ruin

seasons of ruin had flooded my flimsy plastic veins two years ago when he took his last breath. the sinking feeling of tar black grief ripped and gnawed my insides as my heart slowly crumbled and collapsed. but nothing had ever effected your golden glow which pierced right through my disintegrating bones and fermenting flesh. i wondered how could you be so radiant and beautiful, when all that was left of me was a graveyard of destruction.

how could you even dare to smile and laugh, when my world ended two years ago?