Voices in the Gloom
Voices in my empty room at night
Are they demons or beings of light?
Sometimes they awake me and overtake me
Disrupting my slumber in the nocturnal sea,
Where we once slept together now gone
But the memories live on and on
Like a funeral pyre that will always burn
For peace in my soul I always yearn,
Glancing into this smoky mirror I see
What remnants are left of me
Or is it the loss of hope on this slippery slope?
Perhaps I’m too far gone to plea,
Once a dashing lad all dreams could be had
Now it seems there’s no hand to hold
The epoch of love has grown cold
Of this scheme I was never told,
But deep within my dreams
Where someone cares or so it seems
Where miracles await that could save me from this fate
I’m assured the illusion of a perfect mate.