Subtle symphonies worn in the light direct,

a great few many times regret,

dancing in a motion slower than before,

grinding against the watery hands of above,

sleeping while awake,

your eyes open my mistake,

fevered words sucked into a vacuum of unparalleled abandonment,

twisting like the knife of life,

digging deeper into my flesh,

I live yet am dying,

or am I dead yet living…