Unmade Time

your eyes seem to cry my mind so blank to the thoughts the bed where we lay seem to stay unmade the house so calm and quite ,movement has gorn the stairs seem to creak to the silence of the night i sit alone rocking back and forth in my chair the brandy bottle so empty the night sky seems to make me cry you left me on my own so,so ever cold my heart will slow my mind will stop now I'm forever watch the clock . the nightwalker