into oblivion co write with Narcissa

The death of a season
claimed the life of another year.
The seconds bleeding through the calendar, its days suffocating the intentions of the earth.
She fought hard.
But you cant battle time.
Its a cancer that eats
all of us.
engraving all of us
with cruel and cracked lines
crippling us with illness and age, waking the sin in our bones, sketching the beating of our heart to the marrow in our bones
As the hands of time constricts,
her final moments decayed the flight of yesterdays allure and birthed the dawn of tomorrows melancholy.
A moat of onyx tears
flowed through the valley
...and the world rejoiced