We spoke of dust, of scattering, of burial.
We spoke of guns and the end.
It's the first time we've spoken of it, beautiful and horrible, even as he disappears before my eyes.
Withering and wilting,
tripping and falling.
Breaking down into dust.
We spoke of dust, of scattering, of burial.
We spoke of guns and the end.
It's the first time we've spoken of it, beautiful and horrible, even as he disappears before my eyes.
Withering and wilting,
tripping and falling.
Breaking down into dust.