The last wait

 Day goes by, night goes by

  

But then his return

 Doesn't happen

Time flies in waiting

Dreams fade away in the eyes

The darkest hour comes

In a little bit of a dead body

I wait for her

Stopping on your feet

Death calls at the door

Tired body, tired waiting

He is the end of everything

The symbol of the body does

Not remain colorful.

Mixes into the soil

Only one that remains

Bones, Skeleton and wait.