Days and nights pass but time stands still here in my corner.
The hours pause for reflection . . .
Vary the route taken but never the destination.
Alone in crowds with no volume and drooping eyes . . .
Sleep comes not for the waking dead . . .

Question mark my preferences and make light of sensitive issue.
Pain is the fuel not returned,
Internally combusting, raw energy overload until . . .

An embrace of the lips returned alone with pieces of me.
Without checkpoint, repeat the current mission . . .
Without inhibitions remind my spirit
Of the taste of intimacy.

Aching cause knifes pass . . .
The wounds are still here.
Vary the medication but never the meditation.
Enclosed in a world for two with no volume . . .
Eyes closed to dream without sleep.