• A sorrowful glow of clashing colors torments my mind.
    Silent tears streak my face, when did it start?
    Broken and lost, the misty grey rolls away.
    As the City beckons, I fight the urge to answer the call.
    The moon staring up from the night sky plays a bitter tune, crying for its lover.
    Staring up towards the rising sun, longing for the return to darkness my body slips away to its desolate solitude.