Something Dies - My Tin Apple

Something dies

Something dies

when the goblet

is empty

thoughts don’t grow on trees

they don’t show themselves

as shadows on thin walls

if you let them go they sink

forgetting to create a dark side,

silent as a worm

something dies

something dies

when the goblet

is empty

something

you loved

dies if you forget it

something

that loved

you dies hidden

buried in the dust

close hands,

only paper remains of young skin,

how similar we are at

eaten candles

lived moments burnt to lighten

memories.

something dies

something dies

when the goblet is empty

something

you loved

dies if you forget it

something

that loved you dies hidden,

buried in the dust

is empty Crawling

it was easy to find me

Fill my goblet with poison,

but promise to

remember me…