memoirs of a world where the elements

have been modified
i cannot lie with this paper face
it was built up from the inside


we're so conditioned to believe
when there's darkness at sea
the same words the same faces
but my instincts are sharp

like an insect's nest,
i stay abreast ready to swarm

what is your way when the fires have multiplied?

no one lives here
all that remains is the promise of a rising sun
and the memoirs are gone


when all you know has changed
the promise of a rising sun is all that remains