In the mid of day,
It is getting so dark.

My dreams are all made of clay,
None could get the heat so stark.

All the leaves withered away,
The tree was left with no bark.

In memoriam, I relive her initial love,
In my final moments, I relieve her now,
Of the burden, she always escaped,
Of the duties she forever avoided,
From the disease, I will perish how,
From the memories, my flame extinguishes,
Into the oblivion, I stare, my oblivion.

I do miss her bad as she did deceive,
I am reminded of her descent upon me,
On this ultimate night that I am alone,
On an unearthly hour, I am awake,
From the disorientation I am awake,
From the dark of night onto a sleeping me,
Into the darkness, I stare, my darkness.