The left hand ****
turned all the way
envoloping me
inside a spray

as the water flows
and drips to my feet
I see the steam but
can't feel the heat

I'm no longer wet
I don't see the gleam
upon my bed
I try to dream

only one image
appears to me
and it alone
may be the key

a supple frame
an angel's face
no longer dwells
inside this place

the touch is soft
but carries might
I know I won't
find sleep tonight

a cloud of death
the box is black
as I exhale
I begin to crack

I ***** the ember,
I feel the heat
the skin now pale
upon my seat

I should feel pain
but I am numb
inside my head
a gentle hum

at last a feeling
just an emotion
but lost in waves
an endless ocean

this emptiness
the only cue
I see my heart
now belongs to you