Memories are fading
Picture are erasing
Sharing time between us is now bleeding in the drains.
Future plans is decreasing but yet you are lingering in your golden chair because yet. Thou are there.
You sip your wine with a humble grace but yet you are wicked behind that kind smile of yours that still gives me pain.
Time is passing.
I still call out your name.
I moan it in ecstasy and when liquor is in the frame.
But you can have the lighthouse as I live the castle daily.
Drunkard lips has scattered out your name.
Like the prices of the dreams from yesterday.
Memories are history
It's now all in vain.
