Dissolution

Swallow it, because it's all that is
The taste of paper in our mouths
The pale white sun, like your skin
When you can't stomach any food

Rivers flow, reasonless, across the face of this earth
It will not mean anything to you
Your bleached irises scanning this place
Will not detect a single fault

The wind tastes like the seaside
White foam and black waves
Are you the result of that darkness
Tumbling and tearing far-away worlds apart?

The taste of snowflakes on your tongue
They fall aimlessly from the sky
First captured by delicate lips
Finally digested by saliva

Perhaps your heart beats harder
When words are whispered like a wish
But to me it is like silent cursing
Dread coursing through my veins

The sunset is like your dying youth
Slowly slipping behind black sillhouttes
The sky grows empty and meaningless
Angry wind whips clothes against flesh

Bleached world, coursing rivers, darkness
Bitter snow, fatal words, death and anger
Even if there were a single place left,
It will disappear eventually, you know

-Argentia Krystofel