Demi

Before you ask why, the way it’s been chosen, discover what you deny, stare at dead places, you’re mouth frozen, full with stupid phrases, don't sing of favourite climes, our time of roses, decaying as you try, all the great stations, beyond all that's hopeful, remains useless waste, even at the graveside, you witness love's cloaking, clouds sail the sky, what settles on your face, time has not woken, gone simply are the traces, a flower at my side, just some little token, more a wish to clarify, what lies broken.