Ending Twilight

So this is a poem I wrote during a writing workshop I took at school. It's a little dark, but oh well (excuse the depressing-ness of the poem). Constructive criticism would be appreciated.

Now is the season

for faith to break.

Now is the season

for one to wait.

Light from a window

makes shadows a like.

All minds are kept quiet

until twilight.

Now is the season

for trust to dispair.

Now is the season

for souls to tear.

The desert is freezing.

She walks alone,

Reflections don't match

a soft screaming tone.

Now is the season

for smiles to lie.

Now is the season

for cuts to dry.

Chimes cut through the mist

with a razor-sharp tune.

She waits, she waits.

It will all end soon.