Swan Song

Just a writer,
Just a lover,
Just a soul
Who cares too much.
Who loves far too much.
Who writes far, far too much.

Standing in the rain,
I can't feel my fingers
As they form these words.
The ink is running
And I'm so cold,
But I don't want to be
I want to be numb.
I want to be numb
And I want this