Sleepwalking

Life detaches
Much less loved
A taste familiar
But watered down
And each day passes
Into the next
Like television
Flickering unseen

I breathe
But I don't often think about it
Anymore
Its become a habit
Those embers fragment
That fire was
Just a fracture
In the ice

Do you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Do you hear a voice from my side?
Sleepwalking

And poetry
Fills an empty room
With science broken
And confused
And my desire...
Becomes a pacifier
I need to feel
Alive & awake

Do you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Do you hear a voice from my side?
Sleepwalking

Something aging
In the water
In the damage
To my soul
The wishing fire
Is still alive
And I think his heartbeat
Will not die
How can I give
Anymore of my life
Away...

Do you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Do you hear a voice from my side?
Sleepwalking