A smile slips from a weakened hold All things glorious turn to mold the sunset becomes ugly and

vile You don't take the step to a thousand miles You're sleep becomes a relief and escape The wound in your heart is more than a scrape You don't talk but are forced to hear But the feeling you have is nothing of fear Yet the pain is like walking on shard of ice But hey, I guess that's just life. No the last too lines did not rhyme. But still it's true.