Scattered Ashes
Scattered ashes, left to dry,
They twist and twirl like butterflies.
Hearts of stone are put to rest,
Into the cold, into their nests.
Growing thin, you are deceived,
By tragedy and self-esteem.
You sweetly answer winter's call,
You take three steps and then you fall.
Your tears pour down like falling rain,
But they cannot erase the pain.
Scattered ashes, left to dry,
They bend and break like butterflies.
People think they know what's best,
But they can't try and they can't test.
Fading now, you are relieved,
Long gone are all your hopeless dreams.
You leave a little more each day,
Your mind is there, but you're away.
Your heart is slashed by bloody chains,
And then finally death has conquered pain.