Beneath The Ashes – The Eleventh Hour

Lost to the scars that frame. The one last glimpse of you. Portraits of a past fade, rot, and disappear as the dead are carried away. For a moment it was so clear. Break the windows. smash the mirrors. erase the memories in this eleventh hour. nothing says I love you like slit wrists. Beauty through dead eyes. forgive me. I bear the weight of the clocks hands in this final hour. It was so clear. Wandering through these open doors. wanting and broken. in this final hour. Wanting and broken. chamber by chamber. my blood runs cold.