Cinereous

True Black Dawn

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Remember me, when the flesh ages, when the skin turns to grey
Remember me, when the sight fails, and all tastes like ashes

The echoes of despise clad onto the skin
To disguise the emptiness, the gaping hole within

Behold me, the crackle in the mirror
The flickering form in the eye’s corner
The grin facing the frown
The laughter without sound

Remember me, when the flesh ages, when the skin turns to grey
Remember me, when the life’s light pales, and all turns to ashes