In darkness soaked, sinking
awake yet still sleeping
not seeing, not hearing
but somhow still feeling

A fingernail scratch
along the spine, down the back
draws a line of red blood
a bright crimson flood

A six-act charade
well written, well played
the delusions you made
while smiling I bled

It's so hard to cope
waiting for hope
some sort of spark
light my way in the dark

a half-second long song
ripples in a pond
light gleams and is gone
what have i done wrong??