and even when the dust settles on this empty dance floor
we will find ourselves lost in the reverberating echoes of the once faithless
and slow dance the long way home.
no one will sing the story of our decay
or immortalize the name that outlasts a forgotten memory
because the cycle of the now is the only future;
to remain faceless.

the only hope that creates fear
is the hope that one day a legacy will find its way to our doorstep.
a frozen moment,
the long kiss goodbye.
surely we will take these thoughts to our grave
and discover the true meaning of the word blessed.