A liquid sheet, would coat my skin
As I shed my jacket, worn and thin
Dragging footsteps on the ground,
Toughened souls now easily found.
Walk on coals to find they're chilled,
What is now destructed, was once a hill.
And there amongst all burnt out ashes,
I lost my eyes and all their lashes.
Creeping somewhere: a shadow and heart,
They gave up on me and my falling apart.
So down this road, my time will tick
But given time, and time won't stick.
It'll leave me floating on shallow breeze,
Inside my bones is the winter freeze;
Because I'm walking in a cloak of rain,
The only friend I hold onto is pain.