Sleepwalking

Life detaches much less loved
A taste familiar but watered down
And each day passes into the next
Like television flickering unseen

I breathe
But I don't think about it
Anymore
It's become a habit
Those embers fragment
That fire was just a fracture
In the ice

Do you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Do you hear a voice from my side?
Sleepwalking

And poetry fills an empty room
With science broken and confused
And my desire becomes a pacifer
I need to feel alive and awake

Something aging in the water
In the damage to my soul
The wishing fire is still alive
And I think his heartbeat will not die
How can I give anymore of my life away...