The Embers are dying

Dark is this ghostly summer night. The
silence is crushing me. It fills me with
nothing. The moon is gone and the stars
dead. They wept in their suffering, but
died, nevertheless. Thus works the cruel
hand of fate; Murdering those dearly
needed, letting live those for whom few
care. And I remain. Many know my name,
but I know no one. This is destroying me.
It poisons my thoughts. I`ll cry myself
blind by the fire again. The embers are
dying. They glow in their grief. Thus fade
the fires that enflamed my aching heart.
The smoke is shapeless, yet still so fine.
Leave the wreckage of myself be. I`ll
drown in my own arms. Never need I
breathe again. Turn loose the hearts I so
blindly have conquered, bury them deep,
far away, away from me. Their eyes are
lost, and they smile like ghosts. Will
anyone save me? I`ll burn in the wind and
die in the stars. Will no one find me?