Through thinning raindrops

i see inside your world,

cold and wasted, it's an empty battlefield

left to moss.

Heartache, like blood,

is stained across the ground

and broken in the middle is you.

With shadows behind the glaze

in your eyes and cries

behind the lips you seal so tight.

You see nothing, hear nothing

only whispers and ghosts

in your roaming mind.

The rain thickens,

once more the shifting veil

you so desperately wear.

I turn away.