Curtain Call

dark skies in the forecast,
a blitzkrieg
of fractured hope
is upon me

my caché
of beliefs and friends
are gone,
leaving something
hollow and cold behind

you can hear it
echoing inside,
as suicidal thoughts collide

but I can't
seem to feel,
the heart
that long ago died

while the pool
of blood
starts to divide

for everytime
I'd try to see,
this gleaming light
everyone talks about
outside

but all I see
is black,
and hear dispair
falling down my face

the clocks
they're tightening their hands,
blank faces
whispering in my ear
it's time I returned

well night
turned to day,
and the gold sand
blew away

scattered,
to somewhere green

so when you mourn
for me,
just hear this song
and know,
no matter what I did
or do,
I love you all
but the play is over,
and it's curtain call