towards the end

The shadow lay dark across the landscape...
my mind has been shrouded in defeat.
There are no prophecies to say that green things will grow  once again.
This mind has been burned and smashed.
It is now barren and covered in ashes.

There are no prayers to save me..
or songs to soothe.
No words to give false hope,
only the waking dream that needs to end. 

Proof..

My chest rises as I suck in air...
I see myself breathing...
I have to believe that I am alive..
There is no other proof for this..
Is breathing alone proof that I live?
Can I really say that there is life in this body...
I ask you for proof...
I need a proof...
Is my breath of any value to you?
Prove to me, I exist..
Like a planet faraway, with water...
Should I presume there is life?
Is my breath not but water in that planet...