Traces of things that have long ago died,
The broken words we spoke.
My sleep is restless,
And my visions dark.
Now alone I dance in the falling leaves,
Hoping past times would pay,
Even the slightest of visits.
Alone I’ll dance in my own morbid dreams,
The only place in which I am safe.
Each time I wake to a nightmare,
My soul closed and sunken in darkness.