Platter platter, raindrops sink
as I breathe along.
Like time do clouds melt,
revealing the dark of the dawn.

Grey in the blue as dreams fly,
the clock haunts the night.
Memories, like a two legged throne,
feed some devils in disguise.

Cold, as the sleep ripes,
questions finally meet destiny.
The throne now sees no might,
light remains to be my darkest mystery.