Dying Alone - text

The days go slowly giving a way
to cold nights,
where the heat of the fire
only transmits melancholy.
Its mocking flames rise
laughing at your loneliness,
burning at the memory
of the ancient days.

The sounds of the night
become sad chants.
Funeral arpeggio melodies
It is too late for regrets.

There are only remains
remnants of that life,
a time when happiness
would never end.
Now everything is ephemeral,
sounds become silence,
the stars no longer shine.
Your voice has died in loneliness.

Darkness around you
turning off your senses,
now you are alone again
light gets away from there.
Dreams become nightmares
your voice turns silence,
still trying to return to the past,
dying alone.

You no longer listen to anyone at midnight
whispering, “quiet, don’t be afraid”.
Your soul returns to those days,
where that voice you calmed down
with the promise
of never leave you alone.

The peace that you were afraid of,
the trial of life
decides that your voice
has to disappear.

There are only remains,
remnants of that life,
a time when happiness
would never end.
Now everything is ephemeral,
sounds become silence,
the stars no longer shine.
Your voice has died in loneliness.