Over

Its finally come to a close. The curtains have been drawn. But there is no applause. All that's left is fingers pointing towards me. Shame, in all its living glory. Like a desaturated family photograph. I am the one in the middle. Out of focus, head in hands, repenting every minute of the epic destruction. All fall down. No more petals in my hands, no more sunshine in my eyes. All thats left is tears and a few broken pieces of glass.