A thousand lies

The more I think, the less I am

The more I love, the less I feel

The more I write, the less I know.

Whisper. Run. Slow.

All the flowers wilted

All the words lost their meaning

All the lives will fade.

Whisper. Run. Too late.

Nights turn into days

Friends turn into lovers

And we stop to remember.

Whisper. Run. Burning ember.