burned

burned

thousands grains of sand

one following the next

each on their way down

through the bottle’s neck

endless stream all the same

except the first one and the last

they stand apart

marking the beginning and the end

emptied now my cup is

it's been some time

since the last time

separation was so big

no one to fill the days with bliss

spend them all alone

and the nights

feel so cold

when you're not around

keep on waiting

holding on

holding onto

your memory

the one that's been burned

into my mind

burned deep

so i can

never forget you

but now

i am slowly like a snail

getting evicted

out of this scene and my shell

into the burning amber of my personal hell

because you are not around anymore

this empty vacant place

is so hard to maintain on my own

and price I’ve paid was high enough

for me to live like golden monarch

but felt like slave in galleys

on my way across the waves