Tainted grey skies
And wicked lullabies
Old memories or dreams
Closer than they seem
And your hand no longer in mine.
A childish laughter
An old man’s cry
A heart’s slaughter
A glass drank dry
And your smile no longer shines.
A howl in the wind
Bodies embracing sin
Smoke in a dark room
A mind and its doom
And your hand no longer in mine.
An empty bottle on the table
A red rose on the floor
The strong growing fable
No knocks on the door
And your smile no longer shines.
Hands losing grip
A promise on the lips
Failure’s bitter taste
A soul losing faith
And your hand no longer in mine.
In the mirror room once again
Regrets and sorrow on pale skin
Thoughts pouring down as rain
Reality colliding with dreams
And our smile no longer shines.
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