Just Another Next Time

Quietly melt down,
high on the past and
scars that mean nothing
outside of yesterday;

memory written
on soft lips, whisp'ring
of the end,
giving voice to the void.

Was it you that filled me,
or a falling-star wish
that came true
in every way it shouldn't have?

But that taste of ash
and destruction will pass;
gulp it down with a glass of
silky-smooth next-disaster.