Sitting In The Sun

Dazzling whispers
As I am lying
Cold, unwanted, and used...
I wander this desolate place;
Beaten down,
I hang my head in defeat,
Shame is my lonely burden...
Wallowing in the blood
Beneath a bright orange sky...
Soaring further down
Spiraling into the empty abyss,
Never to return...
Unable to touch anything
Beneath the smooth paned glass
Pinned by the weight
Of your stare;
Those lifeless eyes
Poisoning my senses...