The moonlight shatters

Against my back.

I am barely standing.

The neon crayons of which I draw my life

Are changing my course, letting me die,

And I am barely standing.

The box where I keep my deepest memories

Has lost it's very own key,

And I am barely standing.

A brick wall jumps in front of me

While I'm running for my life,

And I am barely standing.

My weightless feelings and hopes

In this world never existed,

And I am barely standing.

I finally collapse

On the concrete ground.

I am no longer standing.