Without a vestige of sanity left
Seems I have succumbed to the space between
The space between what is warm, and what is frigid
The space between what is fixed, and what is broken
The space between what is real, and what is figment

Without a vestige of brown in my eyes
Seems I have succumbed to the space between
The space between what is white, and what is black
The space between what is subtle, and what is manifest
The space between what is merely past, and what is prologue

Without a vestige of love left in my heart
Seems I have succumbed to the space between
The space between what causes a smile, and what causes a tear
The space between what floats, and what sinks
The space between what is found, and what is lost