Face warped by worry and hurt
I sit here, staring on
At a future that lasts five minutes
And blurs in a worried, dark unknown

I’m without sensation or valid form
But I feel every wrinkle there
Cut deep ‘side my eyes and on my brow
Twisted on and in with dispairing gloom

With my stone cold heart
And a gut like a hole
I am empty, outside and in
Without meaning or even means

To push ahead one more time
Or find my way and walk again
To restart my corpse-cold heart
Or call the morrow a brighter day