The Night has set its Path
On the depths of your trembling heart.
Not a soul was here to hear
Your cries louder than silence.
Another death danced on your head
Who would whisper sad lullabies?
Where was the joy? Where was the happiness?
Your tomorrows recoiled in the abyss of your mind.
The rhythm of your breath
An ocean of deprivation.
No drops for your tears,
No craddle for your sorrow.
Perhaps Death has set its path,
When light turns out to be dark.