fade out

The bloom of the dark visage gleaming among the many from the ashes forth a whisper still to taint the fullest glow with wordstoo much to bare I know the heart who onceroamed the sky torest it's tired head on the glass veneer and lay me bare on the wind with a heavy head full of tears pained enough by hopelessness ascending far drifting toward the sun to issue the heavy heart who cannot know it’s love.