Literature
Dead of Night
With one last breath, i call your name,
Too many days, i cry alone,
My heart stops with goodbyes you say.
Too many nights, so lost unshown,
With body free of soul,
And heart without a beat,
Again, i cry...
But all that hear are in the night.
Through shadow's cold and desprate hand,
I see your face, unsure, pretend,
I cry out with pain for you,
But you can't hear the deadman's cue...