Pull me from the wreck
or watch and stand serene.
shards of broken glass
shattered like the innocence
we lost so long ago.
see me empty,
and fill me with a false sense of warmth
and cold, so cold.
I don't owe you anything.
purge this skin of feeling
left me cold and trembling.
i don't owe you anything.
Am i afraid of
how much sense this makes?
do i deny
and tempt the inevitable?
can i restrain this flood
from rising, rising, rising...
I get carried away.
can i restrain this flood?