I am nothing but a moment, a memory, a hope
Dropped glass shattered, splinters broken, time itself bleeds
False hopes play us for fools
And the ache of sleepless nights cuts deeper than bones
Happiness a fiction we spin
This last breathe fades as a night of dreams shakes off false imagery for a cold inhalation of frigid air, born anew as sun crests horizon
Last tears shed as the ache unfolds and the mind tells its pretty truths and ugly lies.
And the part that is fear gorges and speaks, the ugliness must be true for who would speak such things if they were not