Darkness over turns the shimmering light,
So why test the waters of earthly plight.
The coldness of the dream has gone by,
Nothing left here but the fruits of yesterday,
Left to rot on the decomposed vines!
The overture of life twist and unwinds,
As the echoes from the past are forever etched in time!
The winds of fate have grown to blow so cold,
As the darkness slithers in and evokes my evil soul.
Fallen off the mighty path without any kind of faith,
Seems to be my only destiny that some call my fate!
My heart is as cold as a sliver of ancient ice,
Nothing anyone says or does becomes a rite.
These words burn off the paper that I write,
Somehow I know they will soon see second sight.
My dreams have vanished like a banshee in the wind,
As my nightmares always pull at me from within!
My heart is torn in a thousand unfix able pieces,
Broken is the message I must be keeping!