On those supple walls did the unholy waters fall,
While my foundation became a sinking ground,
This is what it is like to feel like one is fading in and out.
Though deep within the earth’s core,
It trembled only to assure itself that the end is not yet here,
But how am I to survive this sudden crack of emotion.
My hands grope in the dark searching for that solid promise,
Right now I would rather not have the true midas touch,
I would rather have what is mine be warm, than be turned to gold without feeling.
So here I seat alone in a dark once populated space,
Praying and hoping that my brief but sane state will soon return,
So we can be together once again, which is right where we belong.