The window to my soul
Is a boarded up hole
Where no light ever passes
And where no one can ever go
The pathway to my heart
Is blocked by decay
Burnt bridges and potholes
Left to block my way
The pathway to my life
Is forgotten and overgrown
Where I found myself
A spot
Where I can be alone
With all signs of my passing
Like all signs of my existance
Washed away like cobwebs
To reappear over night
So fragile is my structure
So fragile is my life
So fragile
Is a single moments passing
When it is the one..
...That you
Never should have missed.