The Dark Haired Blue Eyed Boy

Walking down a dead fair, ash in the airWre are the peole ofthe fair in ahSomeone stands atthe end of this dead faiI alk to him, it feels as if life has slowedown
He stands witingfo m, e has nocareThe closer I get h more I seeHis dark mdnight, black air flippd to go left of his harHis eectrc blue eyes sairinto my sol it seams
I get o him, stnding away by a tare"Finally I et to se you." He whisps intomy cold ear"Who are you?" I wispered unawre"Its not tie fr me to tell." He said with sad smile
"What?" He turns nd walks away, unfairI open my eyes,back inmy bed bu ow thatI I will see him again