Phosphorescence A.D. 79: Burying the City of Pompeii, or Psyche

The newsprint fades and you are like a storm
And I am stranded out in you
The only sunlight I see is staining the walls
Of this house that screams of mirages
You still haunt me, do I still haunt you?
Do I still haunt you?

Dear girl,
Say goodbye to this city
Say goodbye to the lovers flown through
Nothing ever was
Say goodbye to this sunrise
Say goodbye to the trails of yourself you've been following
Dear ghost,
Say goodbye to dear memories
Say goodbye to the past you ignore
Nothing ever was
Say goodbye to this deceit
Say goodbye to the facade of truth
Nothing ever was
Say goodbye to birth and death
All things impermanent
This is perdition, nothing ever was
Nothing ever was

Late at night I try to match your breathing

Seventeen hours after the last sunrise seen
The trails of you evaporate into themselves
Into breaths we never took
Into the night that never stopped waiting for dawn
Frantically pressing pen to page
Before I actually prove to myself that nothing ever was