by Christian Vitocruz Strauss
Like a glass shattering in the depths of my soul
And the air that I breathe going thick
The only thing that comes to mind is salvation.
Never knowing what to do
Death is the only release that comes to mind.
Dreams drifting away like yesterday past
The future becomes blurry and disoriented
And finally I've come to realize and
ask myself, "What happened?"
But the answer never comes.
Only a void of emptiness lingers around me
And as I close my eyes
I know what is happening...
I'm falling apart.