Dark moon arrives...
I see faces and spaces,
In unfamiliar places.
Each breath is the last,
That will touch the past.
Every day that I\'ve made,
Isn\'t used, I\'ve just laid.
Time now moves to its end,
I\'m alone without friend.
No more this life of stone and glass,
No more a time for forgiveness
last.
I see your face upon this pillow crease,
Not Recognised but somehow known.
I see reflection and rejection,
In a mirrors required imitation.
The end will come soon,
I can see the darkened moon.
No warmth to heat my inner soul
But soon a million fires glow.