Darkened skies ripped by streaks,
Hearts melted by humid heat
and sorrowful longings,
putrid stench the soul of your mind,
an eyesore for the blind.

A song for the deaf to hear,
the power of an eye of truth,
the shoreline receding,
indication of a tide of lonely.

Dawn approaching but yet so far,
the sun a speck of starlight,
the moon a fading face,
the gray of misty vapor,
the symbol of a mindless venture.