The Truth, Retold.

Withered away
By the air
By the water
Stolen
From myself
To despair
To be slaughtered
One more breath
Of life
I desire
But it is silent
It is cold
There's no one here
But you,
The violent
The old.
I need one more breath
And then
Death.
No kindness.
No love.
Everything that I was
I just saw in you,
My blindness
Of things undreamed of.
The past
Is killing me
Fast.