Long deep immersive caves
Hold awake these open idle graves.
A solid figure holds still his dreams bent
To the power of your will.

So I sat there,
chilled by the renditions of stone cold hearts.
Tears fleeting all life only to disperse,
Into the drowning pools of the melancholy.
An aura disappearing into the void of life, set ablaze
So you could not blacken their grey days with colourful ways

When colour left that day
I put your wallpaper far away,
In hidden that dusty vase, and lost my smile