They say the sky wasn’t always gray;
There used to be a white light,
A star close enough to touch,
But we wasted it’s warmth.
We let that fire burn the air,
Tinge our shoulders bronze,
Feed our flower petals
And guide us towards tomorrow.
It shared everything, expecting nothing.
So what did we do?
We took those flames to light matches,
And the matches to ignite black powders,
Delivering hot lead through bodies
Of everyone we’ve ever held dear.
We got close enough to the fire
To light our cigarettes,
And spread the ash over gravestones;
A flicker in the moment,
And everything is turned gray.
We burned it all down,
And left our dreams as dust.
Where has the Sun in the sky gone?
The place where dead things go;
Towards the heavens drenched gray,
Choking the entire way.