Is this a game
We love to play
A tragedy
We mask
With solemn looks
And tired eyes
That close too fast
Tell me something
Good today
Don't remind
Me of yesterday

There is a sound
Slow to make me rise
But rushes blood
To my heart

These are the words
We love to let hang
Once we let them free
Waiting for
Something bigger
To join them
Or tear them down
In the after math
Of you and me

There is a face
Haunting the memories
That once lived beyond
The mind

Is this where
The world sits
After everything
Floats on
In a gust-less
Atmosphere
Of silence
Marking the hours
With which we
Erased from history
Just moments ago