Munich

Among a thousand eyeless faces, alone I stand.

Worlds apart, you and I, seek to walk hand in hand.

As crystal marbles fall from a cold and raked sky.

With my flame extinguished, my voice frail, I fly.

Across these evergrey streets, stone stages for plays utterly sad.

Corpses in thick coats float along, in fear and angst they're clad.

Cold winds rip my empty face to shreds for the hundred thousandth time.

My eyes go black as old familiar desperation takes what's mine.

Faint warm lights behind windows lightly stained.

Illuminating the shell of a once grand dream.

Faint warm lights behind eyes dreary and drained.

Illuminating the eyes of a face rarely seen.