These days seem longer

The colder the air

The longer I wait

Working backwards

Black skies and artificial light

I’ll stand here where you can see me

Does that change anything?

Please give me your hand

I’m on the edge

I’ve moved from home to home

Sheltering from the truth

The cold fact hits me like nothing before

Dreams were all transparent

The insignificance drew quietly

Growing in size
I was unaware of my ineptness

I’m sorry it even had to occur

I’ll just stay here

I promise

Then you know where I’ll be

So you can move from house to house

And I’ll never know

I won’t know a thing

My innocent mind has been beset

By the cold hard fact of what lies before me

I’ve witnessed it from under the spotlight

I’ve witnessed it all

My mistakes were what made this

I’m sorry

I think it’s best I leave.