I had placed my heart into a thing, temporary and imaginary.
Finding it all to be nothing but a dream, a sham, a seam and a lie of something in a basic tragedy.
As my eyes burn and sting they begin to lose those bright thoughts of fresh beginnings.
Closed air circles around me, pulling me into streams of tears.
Finding no reasons left to believe, we are ghosts lost and forgotten.
Every night I find one less reason to die.
...oh my dear, dry those eyes!
