THE FADER ERASER
 
Soon I shall reach the top
The boom of my fall
New broom shall nor more sweep clean
All hope now fades
The memory has self erased
 
Soon I shall grasp the cup
Hot and boiling to the touch
I shall burn myself
And watch others with gloves take it away
 
Soon I shall reach the roof
Dust the dust off my feet
I have been tried and tested
And the house shall fall to pieces
 
And when the sun soon sets
I shall see no more moons
No more shiny stars on the cold mantle
The dust of my past can longer settle
 
Soon when the mountains begin to fall apart
I shall be dried and buried
Blood and bone
No longer to be remembered again