Dripping stars and tainted smiles,
And here I'll dwell for a while.
A silver ladder with a rusted glow,
and I am on the lowest of the low.
My world once full is running dry,
like the endless tears that hang from my eyes.
And gloating time ticks and ticks,
my bones may break by stones and sticks.
A plastered expression drawn on my face,
that no man or lover may efface.
And here I stand all alone,
a tattered being an empty groan.
The only hope clenched in my hand?
Is this distasteful ladder on which I stand.
My only path sipped from my cup,
at least now I may only rise *up!