there is no hope for tomorrow,
for the stars upon which i wish are dead.
the dreams are an illusion,
the things on which i hold hope a reflection.

mortality takes its toll,
some sooner than others,
but always, in the end,
it prevails over all.

life is but a game,
and not everyone is a winner,
or a survivor,
or a champ.
some get tired and quit,
others lose too soon.
and in the end,

mortality will make it all


return to innocence

forsaken phantasms