Lying still on this broken splintered stool
My clothes have been burned away
I am alone (cold)
Sipping down water through a thymbol
It is all that is left here
There is broken glass surrounding me
In this dark, brooding, air
The sun has taken away it's own life (light)
The feeling of my heart brings me a feeling of death
Like the sun
There is a death here
Here there is a death
In me, I can feel it in me
This death that exaggerates my weary eyes (my fighting tears)
Eyes
They are tired, darker than before
Deep and dark
Like the night sky
Brooding
Like the moody water I am ingesting
it's only a thymbol worth
But I must make it last through the night
This fixated sigh bleeds through my closed blood red lips
It's sound echoing in my tear soaked heart