Yesterday
I used to dream. Bright white and burning red, I used to burn. Reaching for a star never seen. I used to cry. Salt burned sour sweat Alone for noone to see. I used to feel. Sparks fluttered in fallen fear. Moments marked now missing. I used to see. Reasons for religion without wrath. A rush in raise without waver. I used to be. Still with a sound soaked soul. Free of tomorrows torture.