Dot… or Not?

Dot.
The story ends with a fallen curtain.
Darkest nocturnal symphony…

… begins where the road ends.
The window is open where the door is closed
Drawing my winter with silver veils

Unpainted dreams cover me upon the tale
River flows caressing a heart that longs for
Last autumn tear through a fading lullaby of a nightingale

Dreams used to fly higher
Songs turned to fire
Burnt ashes of lust
Broken sphere, pieces of a lonely heart

Hopes dwelt higher
Verses pulled tighter
Tales create the beauty
Upon a veil of pain and longing
My undone part
For a purest heart

Dot.
The story ends where the dawn dies…
Darkest nocturnal fantasy withers in pale morn embrace

Hopes dwelt higher
Verses pulled tighter
Tales create the beauty
Upon a veil of pain and longing
My undone part
For a purest heart
Silent innocence in eyes so dear to me
Ocean deep of a wistful sea, my dearest dream

Dot.
Swaying blade of ever silence above my head
Deep in heart tearing me apart
For everything I never had

Dot…
Nocturnal fantasy fades in dawn searing all I’ve ever loved
Dot… or not?