All of the dreams,
Become haunted at night,
As the wound continues to bleed,
Standing tall in black cloth,
Warm welcome with open arms,
Uninvited guest crossing names,
Marching of the dark veils
Here lies a bright smile,
Hope for salvation to better days,
Fear filled down in every sense,
Trembling knees without quakes,
Rhythmless heartbeat,
Slowly the flowers wither,
And the beauty decays.