broken and sore
at the end of my descent
the little mind I had left
slips away
broken and bent
I try to pick up the peices
of my bleeding artist's heart
the memories and faces
fade away
I leave an eerie glow
at the bottom of the abyss
I dug it myself
the end result is this
my once captive soul
floats on now stagnant air
carries my dreams
steals my despair
wounded, I give up
I sift away
those are the recollections
of my final day