Dying, bit by bit

Glass pane, silent and cold

Glare blinding to the eye

Shattered splinters cut apart

Making the heart cry

If only the picture

Were painted just for you

The scene so perfect

The sky so blue

The darkness inside

Seeps through all the air

Filling each space

Consuming its lair

Rain that does not fall

Withheld by lions pride

Seeping deep into the soul

With no place left to hide

The song is still

The tune is gone

Seems the melody

Is all done

Time shifts yet still stands

Empty glass on windowsill

Days drift by

Yet it's there still

See the flight butterfly

Dance the wind, days gone by

To find it's dream

Whence shall it fly

Only to slowly die