The dawn of night comes creeping
in to my dark somber room
Empty drinking vessels from
the evening before
Sprawled around my dusty
room where very little light
comes near
I hear a whisper in the wind
or maybe it's just the lullabies
of people making sins
A shutter window rattles near
I could have sworn I saw you
I polish my eyelids to unwind
the confusion in my vision
It couldn't have been you
For you died along with the embers
in a starry night
A creak on my coarse wooden floor
The dust once was there now it seems
to be replaced by a newly touched print
Giggles from around the corner, I tense
and ponder what could be lurking around tonight
The faucet turns on near the rundown
bathroom, my eyes play nightmare tricks on me
I turn the bitter door, only to reveal
broken glass everywhere except one
single piece lay untouched with
the traced lining of "I'm sorry"
A cool chill runs down my spine
as the hair follicles on my body
stand up
I swore it was your handwriting
on the virgin glass
But alas it must be my surpass
to fall for the illusions my mind
lay upon me
A whisper in my ear calls out to
me, I do not recall the voice that
is stuck in my head
I drag back to my empty shell
and cocoon myself inside
pretending this was a hallucination
for my brain would only believe it was
