Ashes.

We match, we say nothing,
We dance, we feel something
We laugh, sometimes there's nothing  
to talk about anyways.  
We grin, we switch stance
we change up our distant glances  
We think about breaking glass  
when its in our hands
And everything adds up,  
the damage spilleth over the cup,  
when we were just on the cusp of  
Learning how to change with our thoughts.
Thought process is diminishing real fast
You aren't gonna remember your name  
next time someone asks.  
We are ghosts without houses  
Doomed to haunt wherevers possible
And do whatever we can to try  
and feel like we're living
We're living in a nightmare fueled death trip, death gripping our hearts  
Theres no stopping the mouth  
From saying that the truth is,  
the truth still hurts us
We're burnt up
Our fires died out.  
All that's left is warm dust.  
Black soot.