You were dreaming of me,
at least I supposed so...

A mother has lost her will to survive
as Beirut danced to debris...

To the one who finds joy
as my shuddering breath threatens...

My dreams softly dilute into nightmares as
breathing turns to a useless habit without you...

Thick air will be drifting off through
this foggy night...

Chant for the roads
that got me here...

I wonder if you still paint your
face with novel features at...

You kept wondering
when will peace take over...

Dusty walls;
clouds of thoughts...

..Left me;
like an ashen cloud...

Your touch upon my windows
has cursed my once short sight...

Evermore,
she rests her head tenderly...