A man steps in front of the mirror and writes upon the glass:
An evening in the rain can split through time,
Each drop washing the colors away.
It can shed the life from the mind.
Through and through,
The rains pour,
Until the depths swallow my soul.
From the branches I’ll cling,
Grasping for hope.
The sorrow grows deeper,
As I remain just a spider trapped in a cage.
Life crumbles and withers away,
Its teeth penetrate worth,
Ripping it away,
Leaving a soul that bleeds…
From its eyes,
Then the body dies.
If only the body could perish before the heart.