Picture me something, more than I am.

Picture me broken,
Picture me lifeless.
Forever Unhappy
Forever with Demises.
Our sins follow and plague us.
Our shadows lurk on the ground.
Something yet left to face us,
That something yet to be found.

A stare worth a million words,
yet your lips never mutter a sound.
Our lives are left floating in limbo,
while our souls are left parading around.