The Passing from The Passing by Betray the Death

Through milky glass I see
Blurry colors and shapes
Through rose-colored eyes
I watch a broken world

Foreign faces in the crowd
The sound of water feels so loud
Familiar voices in my ear
Hands caress my face

The warmth of familiarity
Moves with the beating in my chest
Their calming words
Fill the void between my ears

The candles burn faster now
Molten wax cools on the kitchen floor
As their voices tell
Stories of their youth

I recognize the melody
They hum in my ear
Heavy eyelids signalize
The passing of another day

Nothing used to be
Like in a child’s dream
I keep a part of my past
To save me in this hollow maze

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