Empty Vessel

Limp and dangling over the edge;
Warm color stains the cotton;
The silver shard rests in its familiar groves between the fingers;
Gravity draws the color near;
A freshly drawn bath for the shard to soon immerse within;
Marking surrounded by white tell only the truth;
Fleeting breaths come from the cotton tomb;
As burning tears befall upon the unlucky witness;
The depression of the carpet grows deeper with each new footstep;
Lights of color strobe to the beat of the failing heart;
The shattered heart that lays within the darkened vessel.
Upon new light all color has vanished;
Nothing lefted but soft coton outlines the cage;
Another tomb awaits in the corner but missing is its color;
The dull silver is gone;
And with it all hope of sweet release.
The sun rises and the moon quickly follows;
But for how long is unknown...