Returning back to the faint engagement.

The longing for what once was and the desperation to feign.

These colors have faded as quickly as time has passed.

Elapsing each waning ommitance, from ember to ash.

I've stood high upon this pillar before.

Each and ever fall into darkness breeds the solemn grace to ignore.

As the sunlight peeks through the evergreen and the chill of night turns back, I stand alone in my convictions, and I wonder further into the light.

For the nights of admiration expire in swift pain.

I dream of another day and moment to live in vain.

With every gaze into absence, another pale face turns.

I'm lost between these moments and forever.