There is nothing I can do to stop the light from opening my eyes, ending my dreams and shedding light on a harsh reality.
No way for me to replay them in my mind, because I know they are lost to a selfish world.
Too restless to sleep and too tired to move, I lay here hoping for an end, or a beginning.
The will of my body is forced to yield to the iron clamp of my dead heart.
No hope, no desire, and no reason to search for either, having tried so hard for so long.
