Dust We are, to Dust we Return

All in all we are but dust, all dead as dust in the path of darkness, faithless revolutionaries jumping on religious insanity, may be we’r better off this way and this be me walking away, some day I might just look back and cry what a fucking disappointment you were to me. So this is me walking away.
A blood red sun set on yet another day last shimmers of day dying upon a thousand waves. Nicotine slipping away, loosing its touch every moment to day. And there I sat killing the life out of me, slowly intoxicating a stubborn mind, illusions a thousand fold drop of heaven above into me, bliss in the mist of chaos. If only a steady flow could seep thru unhindered, but then again this is life and a harsh tap awakens me from a deep bliss. The anger pumped up over and over seems to burst thru, anger filling up, I open my eyes look in to you, and silence touches me, the harsh awakening seems ages ago yet you seem so close, was it fate I chanced upon you.The stars fly by the earth moves yet there i sat oblivious to time. But then again you had to go, like water slipping away from my palms, disappearing into the dust and chaos. And I walk away, returning into the dust myself.