When I’m Gone

The night is like a raven’s feathers,
The stars are a golden scrape of SHINE,
The sun is a song sung to all,
when the days run wild,
and the night has gone to sleep,

I remind myself everyday,
that when I’m gone,
I’ll never get to see,
the days run

L
O
N
G
and when I’m gone,
I will get to see the beauty of the land,
vanish from the sand,
and feel the color from my eyes run dry,
as everything I love will disappear,
and all that’s left for me is fear.