Am I so tired I can no longer see, I can no longer feel, I can no longer care?
I don't feel so tired, and yet I feel nothing but cold, as though I have been abandoned, in a dark and desolate place, with no company, apart from that of black salted tears, that run and fall, and leave me also.
Is there no dream, within my dreams, that can offer up an ounce of hope, a gleaming beacon, within the night, to stimulate me, to captivate me, and to lead me to sanctuary.
I stare so hard into the darkness, into the abyss, awaiting your return, but you are never to be seen, and all I'm left to do, is stand here, wondering if I've become to tired...
