Phosphorescence A.D. 79: Burying The City Of Pompeii, Or "psyche"

The newsprint fades and you are like a storm

And I am stranded out in you

The only sunlight I see is staining the walls

Of this house that screams of mirages

You still haunt me, do I still haunt you?

Do I still haunt you?



Dear girl,

Say goodbye to this city

Say goodbye to the lovers flown through

Nothing ever was

Say goodbye to this sunrise

Say goodbye to the trails of yourself you've been following

Dear ghost,

Say goodbye to dear memories

Say goodbye to the past you ignore

Nothing ever was

Say goodbye to this deceit

Say goodbye to the facade of truth

Nothing ever was

Say goodbye to birth and death

All things impermanent

This is perdition, nothing ever was

Nothing ever was



Late at night I try to match your breathing



Seventeen hours after the last sunrise seen

The trails of you evaporate into themselves

Into breaths we never took

Into the night that never stopped waiting for dawn

Frantically pressing pen to page

Before I actually prove to myself that nothing ever was