I lay here,
Naked and empty.
My soul bare,
and my only sentry.
I’m waiting for my bed to swallow me whole,
But I’m yet to ascend in to the black hole.
Though I see the dancing glimmer of hope,
As she trudges along this tightrope,
Quivering on the balance between high and low.
Like the flickers of that from a candle,
Her glimmer start to grow dimmer, watching is hard to handle...