How many words shot into the void
never to return as life quickly grows cold.
Where is the warmth I felt in my heart,
the heat of living did surely depart.
Every moment an eternity
as ennui grows and I fail to see.
The rose colored lenses that once fit my face
now shattered and broken; fall from grace.
Why, where, when shall I rise?
This twilight existence must be exorcised.