The seeds of life that burned within have flown like whispers on the wind. From the sleepers world I look toward darkening skys. The sun leaves tired eyes. Plagiarized promises Pale into empty hopes. In sleepers somber shade.
Ocean Waves shift leaving only memories.
Final traces of hope are swallowed in the deep. Silently we'll sleep. That wander like the lonely breeze Whose whispers echo through ruins rust of towers torn and dreams turned to dust.