Find myself sleeping in the shade of your shadow.
Where the dream of you and me and what we used to be, always
seems to find me.
In color schemes of green and grey.
While the faint echo of a dead ego slithers by and withers
away into the blackened clouds and cold winds of her heart.

The cold winds and black clouds swallow up and spit out all
the missed romances and burnt bridges I've ended up on the
wrong side of.
But tomorrow the clouds may be a bit brighter with a lighter
wind