Only Dust Remains Poem by Micah Krahn

Solemnly standing in this wintered desolate land. Deadened by loneliness; this body of mine unwinds my tightly threaded soul as my requiem begins to unravel.

The demons in my head are the angels in my heart. The apparitions in my soul tear away at the spirits within my being.

Fractured by these winter chills which numb my body and begins to crumble into an ashen wasteland.

An evolving war cry sounds through the echoing oblivion which surrounds me as the glorious and beautiful sun rises over this bitter apocalyptic barren waste.

My hollow siren screeches and scars the wilderness as my deafening vamperic scream vaporizes the fragile air as my lips turn to dust.

Dust is all that remains.