the veil

I am dry and weak.

No more to give.

Exhausted.

I am a coward which speaks.

No more to live.

The veil gently rains upon my face with the softest linen and sweetest smell.

I am a predator waiting.

No more to care.

Hungry.

I am far and bleak.

No more to grow.

The distance between the moments has left me jaded.

I am but a shadow.

No more to learn.

You've hurt me and I will now leave.