He called me Hiraeth
and I never knew why
he carried me in cupped hands
like water,
like evaporating rain.

He called me Hiraeth
and i never knew why
he held me in clenched arms
like ghosts,
like people he has already lost

He called me Hiraeth
and I never knew why
he dropped me through stratospheres
like atom bombs
like war, famine, hate

He called me Hiraeth
and I never knew why
he watched me through refugee eyes
like a burned home
like a train barreling into the night

When you asked me if I regretted us:
I don't regret us
I don't regret any one of every thing
I don't regret a single touch
I don't regret a single word
I don't regret a single glance
I don't regret saying 'yes'

If anything, I want more and more.
But now after everything
I just wished it never happened

Before she came
I went through hell and heaven to get her here

Once she was here
I didn't notice her as much as I should've
So she went through hell and heaven to be with me

Today she left
Just left with a small, sad wave

Now I'm going through hell
For every thought of what we could've done.

When you are up
     you don't realize the pain
of coming down
Because the higher you are
     the prettier the view
and the longer the fall

Cast into an iron box
Shut and put away
Somewhere that no one knows
Might as well be in the middle of the sea
Or in another galaxy

You can claw at the walls
Until your nails are ******

You can scream for help
Until your voice turns hoarse

You can tell yourself that you'll be fine
Until the words don't make sense anymore

You can close your eyes and try to make it disappear
Until you don't know what is real:
    The darkness below your eye lids
    ... Or the Darkness around you?

You lie in there
Until you don't know

What is up and down
What is sound and silence
What is real and imaginary
What is alive and dead

Which is you and which is the Darkness

So empty
At the hole just below my ribs
Like the air ****** from my lungs
Like a hard punch in the gut

Like a cold, empty, air-tight cellar
With only a small sad puddle
Collected by an incessant dripping
From a ceiling that's too dark to see

It's like a vacuum in my chest
Each time I breathe in
It threatens to cave in
And crush me
So I take shallow breaths
A few molecules at a time
And just hope that the day doesn't come
When I will have to face
The consequence
Of that Emptiness