dead, yet again

i walk the grounds of death, yet again.
reminiscing living days that once were,
as memories shout from deep within these graves,
of birth, of sparks, that crave the beginning.

lucid still is the first moonlight that nurtured our frail hearts,
or the premier glow that blinds my sight from the crowd.
yet useless are hopes of bright neon grass,
for these carpets of earth will forever stay as it is,
persistently green,
with roots steadily planted through solid soil.

but then comes dark.
when all colors agree in one shade,
ignoring the true hues of our universe,
as thin yet superior layers of black
captivates what was once vibrant.

i walk further through these grounds,
searching for the remains of our bodies,
questioning the undeniable past.

like the rest before us,
did we just die?