Blue mists fall into my soul.

          Edges of moonlight scar my smile,

as teardrops bleed into the earth.

No shelter for this traveler,

          whose sunset has fallen long before.

The mind is a wanton criminal,

          who will not give any victim reprieve.

How dim each horizon becomes,

          as the road eeriely shrinks.

Shadows bare my empty form,

          with only footsteps making a sound.