Worn out.
You'd never fight for me,
to fulfill a wish.
Just a stroll in the park,
this lifeless gray world
would seem like candyland,
vivid with colors
and birds and butterflies.
But I can't even recall anymore
the sounds and scents
of being snuggled up
to each other
in a moment away
from the war
that this whole place is.
Between sunrise and sunset,
I barely register
the undeath around me,
afraid of a breaking mind.
