At the blackened skies.
Watching through cracked glass tears
At the passing storm's reprise.
I feel the glass shattering now
Falling all down my face.
I fell the storm pounding now
I wonder where love has its place.
Crouching behind broken doors
That once hid the truth.
Observing as the skies fall down
And crush what's left of youth.
I sense the thunderous crashing now
Of the past I once held close.
I feel the draining of memories
As they are replaced by faceless ghosts.
Lying beneath toppled time
Unable to feel the pain.
Watching as the colors in life fade
As though washed away by sinister rain.
I can feel the cold running into me now
As the warmth just seems to run out.
I can see the end as it passes out of sight
And I see a future plagued by doubt.
I can feel the end running into me now
As it mixes with fresh shed rain.
I can feel the glass fall out of me now
As I cry shards of relentless pain.
