of phantoms and prophets

welcome to the exit. this body of water which was once an ocean has turned into a river. how long will it be until your world finally collapses? ive seen these ships sail out and not come back. you manage a hole of acceptance. ive seen the dust shallow up a beautiful mind. you try to be strong. but your hands are always empty. this fog is for you, this desert is for you. this world i have painted is now yours. ill bury you where you have left me, shipwrecked and out of time. no more chances, no more farewell good-byes. no more butterflies and no more pretty birds. nothing sings to the moon anymore. ill howl at the sun, for its the only thing that keeps me up at night. the only thing that lets me know that im still alive. ill keep this for myself in a shrine of you.