Staring at an empty canvas, what has become of me...
Of Kings To Dreams, shall I paint my memories...?
A lash of red wine, touching betrayal...
A blaze of green leaves, moving jealousy...
A grave of black diamonds, singing sorrow...
Watching how the last of sweet sunlight escapes the evening sky...
The world turns dark and time slows its hands...
Its haunting me, as I can hear the echoes inside my hollow soul...
Stop...
Leave Me Alone...
Wait...
Just alittle while longer...
Have mercy upon me, carve it onto me...
Let me finish...
Before I follow you...
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Submission Name: A Requim For Dreams 
