END OF DREAM
In the same coldness that I see you
Forget the troubles that you've caused me,
We are not told how a simple fret,
A new dawn, simple desire...
After the storm, some glimmer
Where strange light, navigated,
Killing our love for wear
Do not be left even less opportunity,
So when walking in turmoil
Do not come complaining your innocence
Thou hast knowledge of this, I assure you,
You only inherit this void,
And when there is a drought, a new river
Form will be salted, made into tears...