A Requim For A Dream

Staring at an empty canvas, what has become of me...

Of Kings To Dreams, shall I paint my memories...?

A lash of red wine, touching betrayal...

A blaze of green leaves, moving jealousy...

A grave of black diamonds, singing sorrow...

Watching how the last of sweet sunlight escapes the evening sky...

The world turns dark and time slows its hands...

Its haunting me, as I can hear the echoes inside my hollow soul...

Stop...

Leave Me Alone...

Wait...

Just alittle while longer...

Have mercy upon me, carve it onto me...

Let me finish...

Before I follow you...