Lois Lane She's made of blue summer skies and diamond rainwater, whispering sleepless thoughts like blood slowly, warmly dripping down Superman's back Sweet sensation but slow deterioration of the mind while rocking back and forth trying to put herself to sleep Enjoying the tiny short breaths she takes from exhausting hallucinations of what might be turning into what she can see lying shattered and discolored as it's slowly washed away down the garbage disposal Crying out for Superman to come fix the sink pipes so she can catch her breath but he's not answering due to severe blood loss caused by weariness and anxiety, reaching out to grab hold of what were only mere whispers. And as the blue sky fades to grey and the last ray of light disappears, she falls and breaks as though she were made of rain drops that shined as bright as diamonds once did.