This is the moment, hot like flame,
Where I lose track of time and name—
Between the dream and waking aware.
I drift through sleep, both here and there.
My arms reach out looking for your embrace,
But only find the empty space.

Eyes bleed salt water, slow and blue,
A silent storm I’m drifting through.
Reality hums, a distant bell,
My gut twists tales it cannot tell.
This sorrow floats where Shadow's dread,
And I lie still in this half-dead bed.