Staring into the depths of the shadowed vacant abyss

Nothing left, but the burnt out smell of where once was life

All sighs of relief have turned to last breathes

Quicker than the dried up tears are washed away

As you witness the exhausting sun disappear to darkness

Without a concern for the ones who miss the warmth

Brown eyes wide open, no memories no picture of thought

Just the grip of a soaked pillow that once belonged to her

Love letters in pieces beside an ashtray ready to become ashes

You remove the beautiful picture of her from the fireplace

Look down the end of another empty bottle

Asking yourself why your life turned from colour to black & white

Drop the picture next to the love letters

As you sip the last of the booze from the glass

Before it hits the dampen wall of a broken home

Shattered like the dreams that once sat on your mantle piece

There is no movement, nothing but a vague scent

The scent she was once here

The scent of burnt out life but with no sun or light

Placing a bare foot on the cold concrete floor

You feel a sharp twist like the one in inside your heart

As the blood draws out, a darken red almost with fire and passion

But you lack the energy to fight Lack the energy to try anymore

All you can do is lay down as you watch the world pass you by

All you can do is stare vacantly at the ceiling as your shadow turns to dust