Those days are no more.
We've built death in dreams.
Tomorrow was taken
from what it once seemed.

Then windows, like doors,
closed on a whim.
Silence is cracking
to pieces of him.
Can't say I miss it,
yesterday's smile.
Feelings of liars
echo for miles.

Lift up that camera.
Capture the grave.
Cold, unforgiving
photographs saved...

But none are of us.
Stick-figures in gray
are all I remember
of those moonlit days.
Developed too late,
then everything shook.
He pulled off my halo
with only a look.

Those days are no more.
We sent them away,
then brought death to life.
Now no good can stay.