Curfew - Anubis Gate

Do you remember who I am?

A voice of hope, ad nauseam

I prayed that you would see

The crooked road you took belonged to me

We only speak when half asleep

Within your dreams I tend to keep

Your very soul aside

From the dreary train of thoughts

Your brains provide

Time?

s tight for you

The longer you wait

The less your dreams come true

And I wish that you

Would make it

Through these dark December days

Before curfew

You crawled into my memory

An extreme extent of wannabe

You left yourself behind

To keep the haunting ghost of me in mind

You can turn back, you can decide

If your life should still be occupied

By this long gone friend

Whose days were suicidal?

till the end

Time?

s tight for you

The longer you wait

The less your dreams come true

And I wish that you

Would make it

Through these dark December days

Before curfew