Random Lines

Look into my mind
Tell me what you see
I know that you will find
Nothing left in me

Grey skies over my head
My spirit weak and sensitive
I hope I'm not yet dead
I've still a life yet to live

A filtered hate
Boils me to the bone
An anthema so great
I feel so alone

I fall to pieces on the floor
Bits and shards of scattered glass
To be together never more
Lost, weary, and shown at last