Spoke to the self and whispered:

 There comes a gloomy day,

 where all love is lost,

 in seascapes.

 I have been lost,

 in the soul of wisdom,

 in the reality of the unknown.

 I have known a different kind of fear in life,

 where some of us die just to live,

 where some of us grief just to forgive.

 I held on to my prayers,

 whispering to an angel:

 "I am fading away",

 to every past, to every future, to every spring,

 to you.

Save me, from me, within me.

Save me from who I am.

 Others were born to mediate oceans,

 where memories can't be saved.

 Your true connection with tears,

flourishes and disappears,

on your midnight drive.

Because,

 All of this will be gone someday,

So, my friend, stop walking afraid.

You may want to walk two steps closer, 

where light can be seen through the shades of grey.

 I think sorrow have walked with you for some time,

 as you need to walk it away..