byandfar:

The black bears will eat our bones,

There’s no getting out of here alive,

Our memories will haunt our homes,

Ghosts of our love, so pale and white.

There’s no coming back from this,

We’re falling out of touch,

So burned from the fire I kissed,

So lost when it’s all too much.

I thought I was golden now,

My lovely garden was blooming bright,

We were a solemn vow,

But the world is turning back to night.

This forest will rip through my skin,

The roots will hollow my sad huddled husk,

Til I’m graying and aging and thin,

Til I’m nothing but nightmares and dusk.