every thought so convincing that i m going to fall feeling for a likeness reaching through everything as you bask in this rapture more comfort than i and still a hand reaches blindly for naught swallowed as i sleep nothing to reach but the ash like a home not a speck of hope glazed eyes all but shut less trivial than bleak silence fear the sound of speak sound of speak abandon phantom pain walls collapse abandon thoughts relapse phantom pain i find solace in this misery