Sad eyes wink in the dark,
Frozen hair masking his face
The lines of grey,
Around his chin to the temples,
Telling stories of his past,
Silently folding on a moldy cardboard
With a running nose
bleeding on the street

So I stayed awake,
last night,
Couldn't sleep
Kept thinking
About us,
How far we've come,
And how far I wish,
Praying,
We could walk together

Hand in hand,
Silent,
happy,
Smiley hearts
Around a rose garden
Chasing a twilight,
a firefly,
Under a full moon
Within kissing leaves
Whispering hymns of the wind

Maybe
Melodies of change,
Sweeping like plague,
Devouring our souls,
Into an oblivion,
Where our hearts beep for another
Not for me,
Or for you,
our thoughts,
far from our memories
This dread, quaking

The old shatter hand
That smashed our hearts,
Crushed our bones,
And tore our tendons

It's mighty blows of death,
Casting our sorry souls,
In the land of despair
Sleeping on our howls

Sunken eyes, falling hair,
Peeling flesh, black teeth,
Decaying nails,
And a growling belly

The cover of the night,
Hiding from the shame of the sun,
And cheerful faces of the malicious
Whose hearts you blessed
With our woes of desperation

Why so wild?
Shutting your ears to our requests
But not our cries,
What pleasure do you find in our misery?

For no good or bad would sway your will,
And not our past or future,
Weighs the blessing of the present
So, why hide your face from us?

I've travelled the dark,
Accepted it's cover,
Over my transgressions

Do I regret?
No
Would I repent?

She left,
And I chased her shadow,
The blood on my toes

Trod on skulls,
And drunk on weak souls
As she slipped further

Her skirts like the horizon,
On an open sea,
Before turbulent waves swept in

To find reason,
To live,
To know pain

To live the hustle,
To forget  joy,
the warmth of the sun

The future paints no more,
Than a greyish cloud on a sunset
When our eyes shut slowly,
To inhale the present,
That she was no more

Under a shade of a closed room,
Pages, and ink,
Dots of a scattered mind,
Scribblings on the wall
And painting on the ceiling
The bruises on her skin
The scars of her dying heart
And the shadow of her soul,

Daddy's little princess
A face blurred,
In a bed of nightmares
When he sneaked in,
Marrying the silence of her tears,
That  soaked her pillows of youth
And stole her fountain of happiness
Before the sun rose,
Above her mountain of the past

Words of silence,
Scream my regret,
Burying my soul
Within seconds of the past

A Drink of flesh,
The hungover, of this soul
To question happiness,
At the whim of the glass

Seeing it's bottom,
And the shadow of the future
For what's there to live for?
But memories of yesterday

That fade with the wind
Stealing the dark of our hair
To leave but wrinkles of thought
Before the day of the reaper

Maybe,
We come to know
Of the face of sorrow
But not, one of joy

For under the moon,
The stars and the clouds,
The sun burns our hearts,
Into ashes of oblivion