Unnamed #1
When days turn cold beneath a scorching sun,
And wind cuts deep into your brittle bones,
Is that the time to whisper last goodbyes,
And let your fading soul withdraw?
When deep within, the song has lost its sound,
And your decaying heart no longer dares to dance,
When fevered cheeks are drowned by tears unbound—
Is that when all of life should end?
And if not then—then when should suffering cease?
When love has withered, and sadness overwhelms?
Or should we yield and let the darkness in,
To fill our hollow hearts again?