Which way the ember fall

Glass to the soles of my feet when I step
Smoke fills my lungs when no lighter can be found
The crush of gravity pulls my shoulders forward
Where did all the light go?

Pencils by the window where my artistry once bloomed
Water in the air but not a cloud
The burst of eardrums, ringing
What sense does it make to live this way?

I won't be here forever
I won't be here for long
I wish I loved you never
I wish I loved you strong

For all the sense we made and yet we had to work it out
A battle we lose before we begin to find our swords

A man of stone, and pages empty

Music echoes on without my voice