crisis

do you watch and wait like i do?

at the edge,

where the world collides

with the cold sky~

is it never enough?

do you keep pouring

more and more

but come up empty?

it doesn't seem real,

but it hurts too much~

stings and scrapes and burns.

there's the urge to cry,

but no water or salt,

as halls are paced

and glass minds

shatter.