A/N: Um, yeah…

I'm fading away

like breath condensation

on the fragile glass of my soul

I'm fading,

like early morning mist

when it meets with the sun

I'm fading,

like a spectre of the night

as dawn breaks over the horizon

I'm fading,

like the last words of a dying man

as there is no one around to hear him

I'm fading,

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.