In the broken hearts of yesteryear,
It was rushes of color, hue, and screams.
You hear the sounds you heard; you’re doing it once again.
“For you,
I’d wait.”
Do you remember that?  Do you remember that rotten smile?
I do,
Dear.
I do.
On mountains of dead dreams,
That’s where we are in the atmosphere
I heard the words you said; we’re dying slowly from here.
“Hey,
Remember me?”
I’m on the other end of the valley of Death.
We are,
Dear.
We are.