The sun still sets,

it's getting colder,

as the colours fade away.

What's there

lingering in darkness,

with gloomy eyes,

watching me decay?

Can you see it too?

Crippled harmony

feasts at our hearts.

Yes, the world's forsaken,

breaking past the day.

"When will this end?"

This question rooting deep.

Would you dare to answer

and risk for it to pay?

The skies keep falling.

"Come down and save me."

is all I've left to say.