Park Bench

And it feels like the world's dying But only for me on the inside And this is like a butterfly in a storm Such beauty swept and blown away The smiles of the people pertrude in the dark The faces aren't seen and the grins aren't real Lightheaded but my body keeps sinking lower lungs dried up from all the coughing people walk past and see cigars in my hand drunken eyes are shown the way by simple lies No matter what skin is shed or what hair is cut away I still smell you taste you breath you but can't see you Sit on a bench I let the cold sink in my bones Numbness has already filled me I wonder if it shows? Two more drags then the embers are stomped away I try to include my worries and pains in the minute blaze Another day a painting I've brushed on my face for them to see Another day I think it's easier for it to just fade away