I can see myself unravel

In the dust of the lost days

I can see myself falling apart

In every single way

In the handles on the kitchen cabinets

In the crumpled bedding where we laid

In the rusted afternoon haze

I can see the light simply slipping away

It is true after all

just what they say

without love I have nothing

and I'm drowning in the decay

Of a world that never stops

the shattered instances of my being

waiting here just so I can die

missing all that could have been