Turn To Rust

turn down the wick! there's a time for fighting, a time for prayer, and a time for just being... in stillness. you and i have felt things, known things, seen things, that most people never notice in their mad rush to the grave! feel the wind blowing through the alleys, tugging at the doors of vacant buildings... you know its name... it has been your lover, and your companion! watch the sunlight dancing through the shadows, lapping up darkness like a thirsty dog... i am that dog! the whispering moan of the grass turning brown in the heat.... as our lives, and our loving turn to rust!