I am nowhere near To being held In arms so lifeless, so dear, That they drown with the waves Of your unsaid words. Your body has been laid In a murky bathtub, Filled with the tears that were never shed, Filled with the words that were never said, Filled with the blood that was never bled. I disorder myself, Before you. You are the island that gives chase to the current Of the washing storm, before yourself. You have pain that does not leave, in the calm. Drink yourself Deep in the bliss, Deep in my kiss, Where blue washes with green, Where my skies can meet your land. When can we see Ourselves, ordered in destiny? I am no more than a man, whose resolve to stand Is unmet, is unneeded. I feed myself Nothing I can consume. Just the dried scraps Of tears that would not rain.