Romanticism in Front of a Firing Squad.

The smell of summer drifts with the breeze. The clouds shiver in the sky as they part before the moon. The moon, half crystal ball and half midnight, and I alone beneath your lovers blush. I wonder if there’s anyone else like me in some other part of the world, looking up and wondering if there’s anyone like her. And far below, further than my eye can see the sun waits patiently as I stumble towards dawn. Lights, an offering to the sun by idolizing its power. Yet they fall so short of the mighty sun. A stream of light and the slightly flickering one that drives by everyone else. The night sky reflected in darkness, as if swallowing the sea of stars. The rooftop spiraled into the sky as if to touch a star were its dream. And I on top of the world, as far as the eye can see.

The darkness was surging,
And somehow merging
With her long silken hair.
Goodbye. I won’t be there
Tomorrow, to kiss you awake.
I’m sorry, it was all a mistake.

In your house, you alone shine.
And I need a home I can call mine.
The road leads me, and I follow
Hoping the darkness will swallow
My shadow before dawn can break.
I’m sorry, it was all a mistake.

The winds didn’t whisper me back.
And the ground with no footsteps to track,
Every step taking me further from you.
I don't know where I'll go or what I'll do.
But forgive me. For our sake.
I’m sorry, it was all a mistake.