Ending~

It's so hard just to stand here

And have to watch it all

Staring wide and blankly as debris begins to fall

Can't find a foothold

When all the ropes are slashed

Goodbye to all I called my own

Its end has come at last

Dry, dry and opened

I've no blood left to spill

Dry, dry and empty

I've no spirit left to kill….

How now can I find a place?

I know there's nothing there…

How to find a helping hand with no one left to care?