Fingers grazing my dreams,
Pain brushing my screams,
I look in the mirror and wonder,
What comes after,
The meaning of the shadow that falls behind,
The terrors of the night in your arms I find,
The embrace of that turned vice,
The laugh that turned to cries,
Stony grey ice staring back,
The day that turns black,
Of warmth comes chill,
A stroll on a journey uphill,
Leaves that fall,
Build a brick wall,
A dam that holds within,
The reservoir of bitter sin,
Time trickles down my cheek,
The light my eyes seek,
As my fingers grip the empty air,
The face of a blank stare.....
What lies behind is told,
What lay ahead waiting to unfold,
The lips whisper,
The heart and mind suffer,
The lights dim as the curtain unfurls,
As colour swirls,
A visage of miracles,
A life of debacles,
As the last tear trickles,
And the face wrinkles....
The last never ends,
The circle never bends....
