Hmm, why is waiting so painful?
I am looking around,
Looking for you.

Yes, why is waiting so painful?
I’m just rotting about,
Acting all blue.

It’s starting to rain.
This can’t be real.
I am pathetic…
This must be a fallacy.

I’m losing my sense of self,
Lacking a real true purpose.
I have lost everything else,
Leaving me but a husk.
Stricken from me
As if my dawn would skip
Straight to dusk.

Where has my day gone?
I look down at my hands,
They’ve turned cold
And have started to rust.

The curse sets in.
I start turning to metal
All over my body.

And no, I am not tin.
But I am now an iron statue.