Fool's dust

Talk to me
my angel of the night,
even the skies are weary
from bearing so much weight
on their shoulders.
How can we
mortal creatures live
through such desperate times,
help is far away
impossible to reach
in the time given to us.
Don't hold back
the thoughts that run
through your head.
Random moments
are the ones
that make the picture whole.
Say what you got to say
don't hold it inside.
Nothing can go wrong
not yet. But.
Life in us is slowly
fading away,
each breath we take
might be the last,
by the time you realize it,
you're near the end.
the brave ones struggle
struggle for one more ...
are they the fools
or are we?
What's left of us
after we are gone?
Nothing but the dust
on somebody else' foot.
Fight to be more,
fight for life to the death,
morituri te salutant
that's all we are.
Can't beat it.
Yet we still can make
our cross,
make our mark
in history.
Let's be anything
but the dust.