Aftermath

In the aftermath of it all,
When your hands have turned to dust,
The words are said, the verdict's out
Shiny metal to sharpened rust.

The days come and go by, then,
Relentless, choppy, a cloudy dark
The candles are lit, a faint yellow
Hot wax on your skin, it breaks apart.

And you still wake in the mornings now
But it's never like before
Curtains down, wind blowing up a storm
Only nothingness to adore.

Afternoon comes, and the sunlight falls
Right into your eyes
And it moves to better places, then
And one more piece of you dies.

There's just something about the way you write, they claim
In a way that chokes you up with dread
Your hands begin to disappear
The world fades to a glowing red.

And this time the words are left untouched,
In a corner of the room that no one can see
And no good comes of that either
For they haunt your blood, and every dream.

And the glass bottle, half-empty now
Is pushed away under your bed
I never liked that ending much, either
A searing pain fills up your head.

And this is how it ends then, I think
Light grin weighed down by feelings too heavy to hold
You wore out your welcome so long ago
And time slowed down like liquid gold.

The sun is setting, sweet orange sky
The air turns cold, the candles blown
You take a deep breath and drop your grin
There's nothing you can't do alone.