of nothing in particular

the longing ember

And I hate catching my reflection in the bottom of the glass

So I fill it to the brim once again, spilling down my neck

Perhaps the alcohol will replace the shine that once was in my eyes

I must admit how much they have dimmed since I have awoken

Your lucid dream has finally ended and the sand falls to my feet

And yet, despite these signs, I feel like I am sleepwalking again

Were you a dream within a dream? Or are you the true reality?

I believe it no longer matters, as I remain sunken in the floor

Perhaps it is a nightmare, or just the world at work

But either way, the liquor frees me for a dizzy spell

And in those moments I let go of my body, though still held

My feet are just a little lighter and my head a little clearer

But I must face myself again, one way or another I will

The buzz fades like the flame of a match and I close my eyes

Were they even open? I shouldn't care to ask, it doesn't make a difference

My feet have disappeared again, again, again, again

You are simply too far to notice, and I cannot blame you

I hope to see you before I am in to my knees, before I am too cold

Before I must quickly send the match into my eye and illuminate

The flame fades so fast, you know, I hate to be tempted by it

Still, it's bright enough to cause a glare and shield me from the rest

The corrosion that is my likeness at the bottom of the glass

The crack that is the truth which spills out all the decadence

It's only fair, I must admit, as in the resulting pool I am assaulted

Confronted with all the reason of a midnight drunken dream

From these things I cannot escape, as long as I can see

And how should I expect to avoid the calling of the ground below?

This too I cannot consider to outrun, so long as I can hear

I am caught in the current of these habits and these resignations

And where I could possibly begin quite simply eludes me

I will wait for you to come back to me and pull me up again

I will wait in this rising puddle of impending disillusionment

And send the matches through my eyes, and set the alcohol on fire

Because more than anything in this dream, I want to burn

I want to burn, burn, burn away into something I am no longer ashamed of being