Reaching out to the sunset holding onto every illusion And though ive weathered the storm now I am merely a passenger in this world Ive seen the rain wash the color from paintings Though the path does stay its course Ive worn my skin and my clothing to tatters And missed the wind on my face as time stood still As I stare into the abyss eluding the harsh reality of fate I feel the cold grip of death Like glaciers in my veins sending shivers through my core and leaving me empty, hollow, and wanting I welcome the sting of life for I am but an empty vessel attempting to find my place in the world There is far to much to be done And though I fear I may be broken beyond repair I would rather live than quit I would rather live
though, rather, eluding, tatter, attempting