There will be a time where

you will look upon your

heart neglected

and tattered

And gaze upon your

dreams still alive

yet shattered.

You have nothing left

to do except pick up

the shards that fall

and fall over again.

Because nothing is

yours, after all.

Giving up, you

feel the red. You open your

eyes and see it

start to cascade. You

hear a voice but soon

enough it too begins

to fade.