Numb
To be numb
To be absent of feeling
No tingles of the flesh
No fingers of passion across the skin
Stilled
No sound of heart or rush of breath
To be a blade of autumn grass
Responding not to the sun
To be sound... before a bell rings
The ground before rain
Ah, to be numb
Wintered in my soul
If there is to be life without you
Then I must be thus
I fear in death, my spirit would still yearn for you
And I would taste blood in my mouth... for eternity
