The cul de sac

You have reached the cul de sac,
failed to notice the absence of your heart,
slipped right off of you when you had been blocked,
overwhelmed by the heat hanging in the air you can't get off,

until I dry you out,
until I dry you out

I will keep you here,
just like I narrowed your eyes down this way,
and this I'll do as easily,
as I watched you bite off more than you could chew off
out of your fear,

until I dry you out,
until I dry you out,

east, west, south and north,
do they make a difference now when you don't?
do the lines branched out like from a tree of life on your palms,
say anything to you now when your reflection don't?
until I dry you out,
until I dry you out,

what about the hair shafts that grows out of your dead cells,
and falls down on your face in a mess now when your knees always bends,
the hair shafts that hangs down and sways in front of your eyes,
like friends for the little tiny glow in there that you have left behind,
all to remind you that life is still there for you - moving ahead,
does it make any sense for you now when your thoughts has ceased to process?

until I dry you out,
until I dry you out,
stay numb like you are,
until I dry you out,

I'll come down for you,
right down to the bottom of your existence,
I'll come down for you,
endowed with life like a savior from heavens,

I'll come down for you and your inanimate persistence,
and I will greet you with a smile when you cry out to me
and ask me to be your essence,