Old Habits Die Hard

It was Twilight who kissed me goodnight, not you...
But the memory of your lips still lingered.
Like a

I sit here alone, bottle in hand.
Watching the clock, turn into sand.
As my stare, penetrates the wall,
My regrets, like rain,

If I had met you long ago,
A time when life had less to hide.
A time when simpler thoughts prevailed,
A pure and tender heart

Goodnight my Love

Goodnight my love the bleeding twilight dies swift

Overshadowed by night’s dark air brushed monotone

I see the sadness in your eyes
Give me a smile and no more cries
I've fought and lost. Death you have won
As I drift now towards