10/27/05 12:08AM

Shards of broken glass falling down,
Brisk winds tearing away my clothes.
Moonless night consumes days light.
As the earth begins to fall.

Feeling shattered in this trembling skin,
Frost bitten glass pierces my chest.
Both lungs collapse as the tears escape,
Finding the earth from which they came.

The throbbing void surrounds my soul,
Within myself there is no more reason.
Shrieks of solitude claw themselve free,
To die like this. Alone... I'm cursed.

Without your love this heart will wither,
Without a heart, lifes luster will fade.
Beckon my soul, I beg you!
Refill an endless supply of bliss,
Such a retreat I'm sure to miss.