This is the pain of life lost living

Like satin snakes, slip-sliding in gossamer

Slinking along skin like silk stockings

Like stilettos slicing through syrup

Sweetly stinging

Never stopping, not even for the screaming

For the sickening screeching of a child sleeping

Sleeping, dreaming, silently screaming

But never stopping, not even for the singing

Whispering for the moments lost living

Now ghosts in memories, sullenly dancing

Driving hearts to suicide, gasping

Grasping for time in some other space

With tears streaming down a desert place

But never stopping, not even for the seething

Like shattered glass sparkling on slate

Splintering into shards of broken stars

Snapping, cracking like ice hearts burning

Like the stinging slap of a child screaming

But never stopping, not even for the screaming