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.