The fallen sky reveals its answers
in raindrops it silently cry
a rainbow is, just simplistic illusion
myriad colours just to fade away

my March is spent in broken memories
your voice, a fading melody
my heart is torn, by million moments
yesterdays now just fantasy

Autumn leaves paint the pictures
a promise of a frozen future
it looks bleak upon the ocean
of the grey weeping sky

my madness feeds the locomotive
that was my thoughts
and in the salted drops or remembrance
I confess all my resolve now without essence
all I have left is to survive or die

(c) 2014 allen simpson