There's a greyness in the air and
I'm finding it hard to breathe
Tendrils sliding across my bare neck
Tantalising and teasing they
Caress me into a lull of
Heavy lids and heavy hearts
Laid down before the blank canvas
So I try to paint a window and
Dream myself into someone else's
Story but the pages keep turning and
Turning and turning and turning and
I can only try to catch shards of glass
As they fly through my outstretched fingers
They say there is comfort in pain
Or so says the scarlet dripping down my
Arms but there is no time to stop trying
There is no time to start crying
There's only time to fight the pull of
Everything that comes out in the dark
But I can't help but remember that
There's only time.