Darkness.

You lay face down,

the feather-filled pillow your dearest friend,

catching all your tears,

all your fears.

 

The river seems endless,

is there a dawn awaiting me?

Or is it all an endless night,

black as your eyes,

 

the eyes which once were pure,

the white knight of these black times,

the eyes which drew me back from the

deep abyss.

 

What will I do now,

with my white night gone,

shall I be forever intwined into

the starlit darkess?

 

My river has come to an end,

the water has ceased to flow,

has the world stopped?

No, no, the dawn has not awoken,

 

We are forever stuck in the darkness of my soul.