Wilt.

The sky is pale The flowers that once bloomed Are now wilted and aging The sun, the moon, the stars That once shined oh so bright Are now dimming, and fading out The walks we take, down this lonesome road A divisive catalyst Will we ever find our way back home? All I wish is to be in your arms The waters boiling The tub overflows Once a place of refuge This solace now loathes I shed my skin off with all my clothes collapse in my emptiness and drown in my shame All I feel is the bitter absence of you The feeling of being entombed The hole you left could never be filled I am dying alone All I feel is the bitter absence of you The feeling of being entombed. The hole you left could never be filled I am dying alone