I sit and wait
as the hours pass...

Nothing is as lonely as church bells echoing,
hanging hollow in the cold, gray March air...

Empty glasses and
blank tv screen...

The rain hits
hard and fast...

Gulp in humid breaths
swim through heavy muggy air...

That there are
dead men...

Why do i move toward my future
with such lemming instinct resignation...

I miss you as I'm
staring at the silent, suffocating walls...

Where does the March wind go
when it runs out of breath...

I don't think
i'll ever get over...

Without you
I exist lost in the nothing...

Reach down deep, deep,
to the very core inside yourself...