Your eyes are closed, still.
I feel your skin on my cheek...

My hands are slipping.
I can't see all too well either...

There is blood in my cup,
and it tastes so good...

Inhale....exhale.........
Inhale.........exhale...

You don't know the things that
go through my mind when I look at you...

Smoke, bitter sweet, fills my lungs.
Thunder, rolling and creeping, shakes...

The skies are not so blue anymore,
and tears fall from the gray clouds...

My eyes are closed.
I slowly turn my head this way and that...

I feel the ice beneath my feet,
all cold, and solid, and biting...

The colors swirl around and around,
the air is cool against her skin...

My mother gave me a gift the other day.
A big old bundle she pointed to...

I think I hear whispers,
coming from somewhere near by...