Upon a Crooked Chair Draped in Tears

With the creeping of the night Comes forth a unique melancholy Memories of the past too painful to bear For the time now is closing the end of all things The future is scarce and uncertain Only a plateau of dead dreams remain All the pain of what could of been But only a dream within a scream of living The candles die away… A reflection of resemblance remains The shadow self of once former Upon a crooked chair you lie draped in tears Forgotten fears so do haunt In a whirl of memories too hard to embrace The traces of happiness once before Lays like the withered flower in the window sill