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