Im standing here
At the end
Ive woken up,
Half asleep
And after all the bright and all the loud
The pain, the love, the happiness
The feeling
Something dies.
Quietly,
An echo, a lament,
A dance of the sweetest tears
Muffled voices carry me there
To the pouring memories,
Washed away by rain
And in holding this perishing
Failing warmth
I find comfort
In that;
Theres nothing left to say
But,
Goodnight.








