Do your eyes still see what I see?
Can you hear me or is my voice just a distant whisper?
Sometimes the soul tries to claw at what it seeks.
But the nails in the heart that is now a coffin blocks as it bleeds in blistered need
It never forgets how the rush of love feels
And some people imprint the very essence of a human being
Until all the mind knows is the bittersweet taste of an unattainable memory