I awake, br Dreams burdened with your eyes. br br A recollection of temperance br From a soul as empty br as the spirits in a glass. br br My mind remains heavily weighted, br with unfair remnants br of celestial lies. br br Cold, br Creeping, br Despair. br br “He would have been a boy”, br She said… br br I sometimes wish br I was a glass. br It’s easier to break without a soul.