Haste the pain

Skin and bone reduced to ashes amongst the sheltered hums of those long past.
Time flows not directly by,
But more around the obstacles where they lie.
Truth becomes far and few,
The grains of life sift through the hands that hold this,
Love.

Shelter me for I am lost,
A refugee of memories,
Those nary gone but forgotten all the same.

Haste the past and leave them in the dust,
But is dust not all that I await?
Ashes to ashes and life to death,
From one to the same.
We coexist with non existence,
Without the contradictory second half there would be naught.

Those who falter, those who fall.
I have chosen to haste the day for pain is that which it is,
And nothing more.
For happiness to be what it is we must know the other side.
Now come with me,
Delve into the abyss.