A Painted Picture..

The air is cold
Filling my lungs with despair.
The faint shadow in the distance
is filled of black, someting we share
My breath is becoming faint,
as I fall into a deep sleep.
Dreaming of what tomorrow might bring,
dreaming of all the beautiful things I cannot have.
As I open my eyes,
I look at the celing,
seeing the shadow in a frame
staring back at me..
this painted picture....