Without you

Here I sit holding the last threads of humanity
Hands stretched wide trying to hold onto them
Trying not to let them slip through my fingers
Not let them hit the floor and lay there dying with my soul
Kneeling, scraping, dragging these tangled threads
Trying to reconnect them to my core
I slump to the ground face first
Failed in the attempt I surrender to the silence
As I watch the dust run on my breath
And the tears flow in the grains of the wood floor
I can't help but feel the bittersweet chill of defeat
Broken, torn within, here lays the embodiment of the shattered
With the last ounce of remaining strenght
I hold my breath and stand to face the day
Without you