Days seem so long and the nights too short
As my fingers slip around that greased metal feeling
Looking up at a blank ceiling filled with counterfeit stars
Memories circling around each one, the occasion of days gone by
When I fell so easily into those virtual arms
Arms now trapped around another virtual stranger,
Feeling lost in an unknown world, almost like death becomes me
Pillars, shaped like glass stand deserted
Shapeless behind sand and stone
Where everything about you still makes me
But what am I other than a shapeless glass heart
A vision of nonentity surrounded by a face with no sound
A voice with no eyes
Standing on a different platform swimming in another direction
Still wishing on wasted dreams that you came here
Would come to me, to fill the earth of my broken womb
To lean a little closer, and feel the breath of my voice
Forget the little things that made up the night of my life
Feel me cry openly from a shattered soul, broken in pieces
Where I feel nothing not totally forgotten
Hear the silence after the music has stopped, and sing to me
Where’s the perception that was lost in-between
Listening to what we wanted to hear?
It’s all shapeless behind a glass of sand and stone