A seed without water
a creek without rain
the emerald of your eyes
brings nothing but pain
I seek without finding
a creed without devotion
not even God can stop
what you've set in motion

faithless and empty,
while lacking no cruelty
quiet and dead
while stuck in my head
rhythm and rhyme,
while disregarding the time
chords and melodies
while desperate for levity

a dye without color
a vein without blood
I painted a canvas
as we lay in the mud