Day turns to noon,
noon to night,
Howl at the moon,
the poet's plight

The rhyme is dead,
He's turned to glass,
In her head,

Seeing through him,
Seeing through her,
Reality is grim

The truth is out to see,
The storm's in his head,
He wants to flee

The empty streets,
The lonely crowds,
The deafening silences,
The indifference....

Miserably falling in love,
Miserably falling out,
Falling, Falling, Falling,
The endless abyss of doubt.