I used to see
words
in a golden
drop of water
in the sound of
falling leaves
in the arms of solitude
the words are still
there, but not
to me
all I find is
emptiness
it runs
through my fingers
it all ends up
in a puddle
on the floor
and I'm in too deep
to know whether it's
blood or tears or gasoline
there's only one way
to find out now
pass me a match