Drifting through fog,

Whispers of pain;

Nothing to cling to-

Nothing to gain.

Can't reach the ground,

Can't reach the air.

Dying by living-

No Breath to share.

Crimson ink stains

Chapters and Charts,

Drawing the curtains-

Shuttering hearts.

Still limping on,

Broken, bent, bruised;

Relinquishing Hope-

Trampled and used.

Tears and Blood mix, 

Brought forth by shards

Of hearts, hopes, and dreams-

Tearing at Scars.

Droplets fall up, 

Sprinkling the sky: 

Forming the Wishes

For which We cry.

Grasping these Stars,

I give them to you. 

This is who We are-

It's what We do.

Giving up Life

To make Lives whole;

We are the Spirits

Of Wandering Souls.