Days passing by without talking, Hours passing by yielding to a timid longing. A longing that cries like a brute in chains wanting to be free, Killing each of the desires and wishes in me.
I have a place where I watch all my dreams be immolated, Beneath enhsrouded clouds having a story needs to be recited. I have a burden inside that I can't dare to elude, As I require it to feel safe and appease my feud.
Millions of hollow words spoken sincerely and tended to be forgot, And millions of broken promises burried in my heart, Echoing in blank last and going astray, Nothing left for me to hold on and hinder the decay.
Weaker now, the modest sound in my chest, Drowning meekly but in suspense at death's behest. Fading strength, and falling a pearless snowflake, Beseeching this cold sanctity to ease my ache.
My tenuity can't strive with time's withering, And I hear an ominous whistle's whispering. While the last light dies out into dark, You will be lost in time without leaving a mark.