Ashes

I stand there in the ashes,
A cloud of dark despair,
Crackles with a shock of lightning,
Shattering the air.

My mind is choked with sadness,
A teardrop, blackened streak,
That smudges every pale feature,
As I stare and weep.

My legs, they buckle quickly,
Underneath all this pain,
The weight of death implodes my breath,
My mind turns to a drain.

My hands, they shake, believing,
This state of disbelief,
I hope, within my frosted heart,
Will prelude pure relief.

My veins, they pump all crystal,
All crystal burnt by ink,
A fog of dreams merges my life,
Deluding all I think.

My mouth is dry and frozen,
A cobweb strung of sighs,
A gale force of truth bites, harsh,
And blows away the lies.