The End

The cool breeze

Woos me to slumber

As peace flees

So two does my joy.
 

Rain pitter-pats

On the hard cement

Harmony

No other word for it.
 

But no music

Can drown out madness

In my mind

Peace has faded now.
 

Nothing left

Until she returns

But will I?

The me forsaken.
 

Who am I?

How did I survive?

Think no more

For the end hath come.