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 often think about it
 anymore
 its 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 pacifier
 I need to feel
 alive & awake.
 Do you hear me?
 Can you hear me?
 Do you hear a voice from my side?
 sleepwalking
 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...
 Do you hear me?
 Can you hear me?
 Do you hear a voice from my side?
 sleepwalking