I Dream of Ashes

Meet Ricky!

I'm going to tell you a tale, It's the stories of the dead.

I'm going to tell you a tale, It's the stories of the dead.

You do not exist. Everything about you is a lie

All are hollow, there is nothing at the core

Little steps, so many.

A few here,

a few there

So small, so slow.

Then one day you're done.

And yet...

behind you,

What feelings are yours

and

what feelings were you

trained

the doctor said.

Well, yes,

It's a shame, really.

I mean, don't get me wrong, they've always been scared, hungry, and in pain, so that hasn't changed.

They're not any older, either. For them, tomorrow is ancient history and yesterday will never come.

Their teeth are still sharp too, and they do sting.

No, they're fine. I just miss them and the hurt they bring.

Perhaps, someday, we'll see them again.

Today will be a day just like any other day,

Those little ones that grow in your head and won’t stop.

That push and haunt and beg with their eyes.

Even the voiceless want to be heard.

They won’t let go until you try.

They just want to live.

Please be kind.