I think she's forgetting…
I know she's forgetting
How much I love her.

The last of the Summer days
And dancing under Sunshine's gaze
Before the leaves began to fall,
And freezing Winter came to call
And build its white dominion here,
But no song of Spring can we hear.

They were happy memories,
They were.
At least,
I thought they were, at one time
Or another.

But now they're just nightmares,
She looms up out of the dark,
Vanishing even as I reach for her hands.
Fragmented laughter and
Songs I never sing anymore,
Broken records on repeat in my head…
This Tinnitus is torturing me,

And you can't hear me screaming
Don't follow the lights!

... Please don't follow the lights.