calling

sky grows dark
air grows cold
the warmth inside fades
your voice
your breath
your eyes
gone in the night
dreams tell stories
of failures endless
taunting me
and death follows
like a kitten in the moonlight
but I still breathe
I lie awake
the morning yet to come
and assasins wait for me
at the bottom of a glass
my emotions betray me
my eyes deceive
and you fade away.
A spectre
in my dreams
finds solice in
my misfortunes.
Whispers laughing
and calling
calling me
calling me
to sleep.