The Coming Of May

A cold February night
Ever, ever, ever-spanning
Into the chill
Into the darkness
Of May
Familiar surroundings
Come crashing into
Pure confusion
The house of cards
Suddenly
collapsed
All those memories
Placed on a card
The Queen of Hearts
and the Suicide King
fall gracefully
down
And I awaken
to the sounds
of the rain
pattering onto
the window sill
the blackness
Is my blanket
Were those smiles
Ever real?
Were you lying
when you told
me how you felt?
All I'm sure of
Is that
It doesn't matter either way
the show has come to end
And I'm tired of
Your cliches
I'm falling
Falling back into
darkness, waiting
I'm just waiting
for the coming of May