I stare down at salt stained shoes
I’m tired
The world around is crumbling
Falling apart into pieces and dust
Blood drips from lacerated palms
Slashed apart by the falling souls
Souls you never catch
The ones that slip through your fingers every time
Looking up
There is no more left to soar to the stars with
The gas tank is almost done
Just enough to move ahead down the road
The crimson trail marks the passage of time
The cost of this lease on life we choose to pay for
No one stays behind
They just fade away
Can anybody see through the dark clouds
Through the smoke, dust and the fog
Through time
Time
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