Food lies untasted, it was always,
his favorite meal
3:14 am he lies awake, stares at the ceiling
There's a ringing in his ears
but he won't pick up the phone
Lips wait unkissed, friend remain unmissed
I ran through a hole in the sky
I swam through an ocean of water, all of it dry
There's a heat that's as cold as an arctic, night
Aren't we all victims?
Sun is streaming down but his body,
will not move
Beauty knocks upon his door but his eyes,
remain closed
Hovering in the air, in a constant state of okay
Book waits unread, prayers stay unsaid
Aren't we all victimsof lost desire?