Ashes

Black.
Gray.
Every day.
We don't care, we're not afraid.
Ashes, ashes,
Oh, dear ashes...
You have made these burning lashes.
Upon my heart, my very soul.
Skies now turn to gray...
I'm overwhelmed, I'm being felled,
Wait just one more day...

Broken, shattered, why are you here?
Sadistic, evil, filled with fear?
I feel it now; the end is near.
Into your endless eyes I peer.
Your haunting, lovely voice I hear
Upon my cheek, one single tear
And in that tear, 'tis very clear
You'll take away all I hold dear...