The dark Woods tell me a tale,
true as sin, the new fallen snow,
like my scarred skin, is pale.
but at the horizon , my beautiful sun fades.
The blue sky-lifeless, the unachievable stars,
excessively bright, the yellow leaves gently do rustle,
but silently the night, is on the rise,
with it crawling comes a complete void,
with all its might.
The cold wind blows against my face,
while time stands, more rigid than old bones,
the curse of the future takes shape,
like a serpent, without her presence,
the unapologetic destiny prevails.
The cloudless sky, turns a deep purple,
the colour of my wounds turns black,
yet life, like the sea moves, unhurt,
and I trace your trodden tracks.
The wind still blows, cutting g right through me,
my heart stops in my chest,
a day comes which no one wishes to see,
When all he does, is watch and weep.
