I get them as i wake up from your dream
Like i have forgotten my under-eye cream
They are not actual black-shaded spheres
But shallow dark crescents for my trailing tears
Nest for their soul, they glisten as they roll
As i descend to the haunted first floor
Down the spiral staircase to that locked door
Where our dreams lie broken, lifeless to their core
Does every new beginning come to an end?
And the moon is eternally engulfed by the fiend?
