"From the falsest smile to the fear of death is why the pain reminds us that we're still alive."

Tonight I walked with my eyes closed,
Tried to breathe out but like most things I failed.
Bowed my crown low, now part of the cold,
One with the dew on the side of the trail.
I wanted to feel you, for sight had left me.
Fled the risk of absorbing what's not there.
I finally exhaled, reveled in my betrayal,
Struggled three steps and vanished, taken by night air.