Rain streams down my cheek,
My shoulder.
My head is filled with visions of
My fantasy life.
Twisted metal yearns without respite
For my blood.
My skin grows a film of green
Like my eyes.
I sit and wonder what event shattered
My icy heart.
What is next as I travel around
My hot sun?
All that matters is while I breathe,
I hope.
Dum spiro,
Spero.
