it’s all an illusion, i suppose

poppy fields so quickly turn to ash

the sky in flames as the sun implodes

what was once life becomes death, just like that

and undead feelings rise from the earth, for we were too scared to burn them

nobody likes to say goodbye

but i think it’s time we learn to accept this as the end

i think...

i think it’s time we allow each other to grow up

© NEMESIS