It was that room. That road I forgot how to walk, the one I don't even recall remembering. The beauty of it all seemed to astound me.
But only for a moment they were all fragments of me, a historical figment, a past in the wild.
Now they were here to haunt me.

I was alone in that royal peace, a humble servant of your pleasure.

Believed in carols for you whispered them.

And as days turned into nights I felt as a queen.

Yesterday you knocked on my door with a sense of eagerness. Today, you're just a lonesome boy. The way you cared and touched... Was only a glimpse of your fortuitous glamour.

So I walk this streets alone once more hopping for the nights. The darkness that's only mine... not ours.
Tell me why is it that I feel the end is near?

Perishing endearments in your golden dreams

And a portion of nightmares to match.

Begins with has and haven't beens

And the ending is the broken pieces we catch.

Black as if white has been washed out. That's how I sense my reality. If only I could restore it's foggy brightness...