All alone,
in this
desperate, diminishing world
To say, sorry
would have lost
it's meaning
For I,
cannot see,
as my eyes are long dead with grief
And the rest
of my hope
dangles right above my head
Almost,
attached to
a thin breaking thread
Beneath,
like a coffin
the ground waits to drown me
But I've,
lost what I don't need, yet
my eyes, I couldn't keep.
