Silhouettes above the candle light glow,
A glimpse of light, guiding my approach...

A blunted knife, a piece of glass,
I don’t care anymore...

Under pressure, tape wearing thin.
Membrane of skin, broken with one slit...

Under the shining light,
The evidence, it’s unique...

Reflection from the illumination,
Catches my wandering eye...

Blistered and over grown with cobs of corn, my
Precious feet struggle to make another stretch...

Eyes dump buckets of shapeless fluid,
Onto the surface, attempting to break free...

You pass me in the street,
Not to have any clue who I be...

Walking through a draft of nameless streets,
Everyone looks identical, everyone looks the same...

Sitting here like strangers,
Our love has been forgotten - like it was never...