shiny night.

its terrible.
a void filled to the brim with emptiness.
its ironic, like shiny bronze.
days that end with nights.
and nights that end with days.
its the week of the weak widower.
i am cold.
and i could do with sunshine.
the kind that thaws ice cold insides.
inside i am ice cold.
my heart at auction.sold!sold!
dear sunshine...leave your bloody clouds
and shine.
shine.
shine!you damned bitch.