When Death First Appeared

Cemented in steps Is this the ceiling My soul is gone Picked clean by crows I’m waiting with bated breath Is this the outskirts I look far ahead for a semblance of light I’ll take the option With time sweeping forward A lesson learned the hard way That feeling when you can’t let go Death of these past feelings Tucked away in a place of reserve I yearn for a time of the lowest I look far ahead for a semblance of light I’ll take the option Dream noisе The only thing true is the craft that wе bled over The rest was fiction Taking space Up in our heads Where will it take me

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 24, 2026