by Gone the Sun
| Even now, as you watch | |
| Pale skin, translucent flesh | |
| Face slackens, wrinkles form | |
| and a smile once full of | |
| Hopes and promises fades to | |
| amber resin | |
| Cynical smirk, to disappear | |
| gray stale smoke | |
| Altogether. Thin arms | |
| scrub as you may | |
| Sag under the constant | |
| won't wash away | |
| Burden of debts unpaid, | |
| won't wash away | |
| Favors borrowed. The | |
| Glow of color in her eyes | |
| Will darken and dim | |
| As part-time becomes | |
| Full-time becomes a | |
| Life-time of empty | |
| Ashtrays and promises. |