one by one they dive into that darker place just out of view leaving us on the edge of the end as they descend
staring down the abyss seeing nothing there but despair as above us, their ashes fall
raining down on us who are left behind crawling, we cherish what fragments we find memories, muddied with tears...
i can see it now, the everlasting silence swallowing all in the darkness from which we were born the aching inside of being without solidified by bitterness and doubt
writhing in the mud of their ashes burning our eyes with the shame and the hollow as we call out to them down that path we cannot follow
"no!" the screaming the grieving, the praying the suffering... it's all wrong.
"no!" denial you knew them, you needed them you can't see them... now they're gone.