Broken faith and blinded eyes,
When night came by and the wind sings,
i sit beneath the sky and cuss the stars.
For long the night has been my friend,
The sun goes down my life begins,
But when his absence touched my skin,
i sit with silence and writhe in pain.
Then the night I fear, the silence I abhor,
For my havens were tainted by the vestiges of him.
For long i have pondered upon the reasons why,
Destroyed hope and paled heart,
When night came by and the wind sings,
i sit in my room and cuss at me.
Alas, creatures.
