Your silence is like a fine coating of dust

That shrouds my room

My bed weighed down

Shards of sparkling glass

All around

So I sit, congested, congealed

Afraid to move

Lest I disturb your silence;

All that remains of you.


How fast I run,
I run from the blade
But in dreams my feet won’t go fast

How hard I push
I push on the pedal
But in dreams the car still rolls back

How sad, I cry
I cry for the loss
But in dreams my family has passed

How deep I sleep
I sleep ’cause I must
For in dreams my life fades to black