Where no light can be reflected, no shine to be seen,

Anonymous and invisible against a backdrop of endless grains of sand.

Enclosed and contained, unreachable and fading,

No heartbeat, no warmth, only hurt locked within.

Only more pain could reanimate what is left behind.

Pain to reveal that there is life left after all.

Running across bridges just to feel alive.

I tell myself that the tears that burn are from the wind in my eyes. 

Lips against lips with no consequences.
Numb from the cold, central origins, spreading outwards.

The tears turn to ice and shatter, fallen to the ground.

Trying to lose myself to feel alive,

Trying to break myself to feel alive.

To have no heart, to have no direction.
Before all I have is turned to dust.

And age turns everything grey.