Spending nights,
Pacing in my room,
The shadows on the wall,
Are the ghosts of you.
My sheets lay cold,
The candlelight dim,
The air strangely old,
My dreams grim.
Staring out the window,
My insides ache,
These emotions a prison sentence,
I voluntarily take.
The darkness engulfing,
The pain deafening,
The room revolving,
Hopelessness never-ending.
-Desperado