Trudging in the darkest abysses of the mind
There has not been a soul to call my own.
No matter how hard I try to remain kind,
Hope hasn't lifted but my heart has flown.
Torn apart by time, these memories strive
To destroy the reasons that make me mourn.
I'm waiting for you to finally arrive
And nullify the emptiness I have always worn.
There is nothing left in the winds for us,
The heavens created these feelings, thus
Let there be one final spectacle in this circus.
Have my heart, I long let it find its way,
To the someone that wouldn't let it go astray,
To your shadow, standing there in my dark pathway.