Windy Black Road
Saw you in the cracked black road,
Not a reflection, so I am told.
You were dead, though I believed you were alive.
I cried near your side,
But you were frozen and faded out.
Now alone in the road I stand,
Waiting for the end.
The end where you said you'd find me,
Broken and scorn just like you were.
But you never came to my dismay
So I disappeared and became the wind.
So to all lost souls I now speak.
"Wait at the end of the black road."
So they come weak and fragmented like I,
And stand in the wind, waiting for the end.