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.