Weak Lullaby

Comprised of a tangible feeling I'm so sick and tired of this lull.

Use me, abuse me, until I turn blue.

I can only hope it's a beautiful, tear-striking, hue.

My strength is shot so I won't even fight,

I won't even cry too long into the ever bland grey night.

You're forcing my hear to break and you scarce even care.

Hell... how can you when you're never here nor there?