Crouched on old wooden steps
      Between rusting iron bridgework
So cold she can barely breathe
Yet occasionally clouds of hopeless dreams
Kiss the air
               Then fall and shatter at her feet

Toes almost as numb as her heart
        Which even she isn't sure is beating anymore
And as the sun falls off the horizon
A lonley grey lies over the earth
                Holding little promise for tomorrow

The breeze burns into her skin and she smiles
As she remembers how your hands once did the same

No one notices she's gone
                                    And she likes it
In a strange way having no one who cares
Makes pulling the pieces apart so much easier
                  Than having to be watched
But maybe she's just selfconscious

Comfortable in her surroundings
Absorbing everything like it's the first time
There's a sparkle in her eyes
Everything is so much more beautiful....
                                                     When it's the end of the world