The white curtains flutter, against the windows.
The clouds are rushing in, from the sky.
I am here, by this hour, to give you some love.
Assure me, that I am still alive.
While you were beating your gaze, at the floor,
I could have done everything, but I wouldn't.
Time is leaking away, through the windows
But, it never shows.
There were tears from the raindrops
Permeating into my thoughts,
You waiting, for things to grow old.
Oh, it was summer, yet the rain so cold!
The misty winds, blow in from everywhere
It prances across the room, chasing the idle air.
But you wouldn't care.
Why, wouldn't you care?
Stare at me or curse at me,
Don't you grow numb when the stars are to shine.
I will bury your thoughts in my chest carefully,
I don't seek the thoughts, that were mine.
Amidst the glistening of the stars
The walls begin to change its colours.
I was contemplating your scent, as the moon dropped,
To kiss your diminished eyes, though our picture is cropped--
I see you waiting, for me at the door
And how you wish the times, that used to be before.
The clouds cascade into your soul,
To give you a touch of the heaven, in where I stroll.
I just want to tell you that I will be long gone,
This is the reckoning, I must do this alone.
This is my reckoning...
It must be on my own.
