Interlude

Reaching out to the sunset
 holding onto every illusion
 And though i've weathered the storm now
 I am merely a passenger in this world
 I've seen the rain wash the color from paintings
 Though the path does stay it's course
 I've worn my skin and my clothing to tatters
 And missed the wind on my face as time stood still
 As I stare into the abyss
 eluding the harsh reality of fate
 I feel the cold grip of death
 Like glaciers in my veins
 sending shivers through my core
 and leaving me empty, hollow, and wanting
 I welcome the sting of life
 for I am but an empty vessel
 attempting to find my place in the world
 There is far to much to be done
 And though I fear I may be broken beyond repair...
 I would rather live than quit
 I would rather live