The Curse of Prometheus

We were always breaking dawn back in the old days

Back when the stars were out and scattered among us

Where the liquor was sweet and the meals were fulfilling

Laughter was everywhere, anything, and everything

Yet here I am now

Opening windows and cleaning mirrors

Closing my eyelids while holding on these tiny trinkets

Then tears entering my mouth

No sound exits when gripping even harder

To know I'm one of the last ones who engrave shooting stars onto my skin

Onto my rough hands

I reached here into this dark forest

Where light disappeared and wild wonders are crushed

All manners of trees fall here

Yet in the noise my thoughts race

my senses break reality

What happened to my inner faith?

There are cracks in the grass

Where we stood years ago

But they have lost their meaning

Have these chapters never ended for me?

Cause here I am drafting lies and history

Bringing in a different time or a better one

But stay, these words haven't felt right

They've been wasting since I was young

Now the ink in the sky is bleeding onto my hands

We believed beyond our own bodies

That these wills will carry on

But is this how stars die?

Because my light is gone, and the forest is empty

While we fight the quicksand of time.