A/N: Um, yeah…
I'm fading away
like breath condensation
on the fragile glass of my soul
like early morning mist
when it meets with the sun
like a spectre of the night
as dawn breaks over the horizon
like the last words of a dying man
as there is no one around to hear him
as you walk away
I slowly feel nothing
And if you care, you aren't doing a good job of showing it.
A/N2: I purposely refused capitalization and punctuation on some lines. Get over it.