The sound of your voice
is just a noise in the background
as I turn my back
on the sight of your face
shining through that mirroring window,
thousands of turning facets
reflecting my every thought distorted.
It's only skin
only lines of fire on my palms
as I reach out for you, but you're not there
just like I wasn't time and time again.
They're only thyndering drums inside my head
only pounding beats inside my chest.
It's only a racing pulse bound to stop.
It's only a creeping shadow growing in my eyes
and a cold feeling in my fingers.
It's nothing to worry about,
so just take it as it comes.
It's only a slip, a fall, a dive,
into unknown waters, it's only dark and unexplored
Nothing to fear, it's only another eternal lullaby