With devastation on the lips

and you on my mind,

I walk in this desolated wasteland.

My teeth chipped from grinding on the words I have never spoken,

I will follow the sun. 

Tracking your fading foot prints until they bleed no more,

People call me a fool for trying to catch the uncatchable.

From the first moment I knew,

The richness of your voice would be my lullaby.

I still dream of your open arms,

Cascading down the mountain side 

with sunshine seeping through the trees.

I sink from the soil of the grass 

to the cold stones of the lake.

Chilling waters seize my ankles,

The minnows nibble at my toes.

I hear your call at the bottom,

I am up to my waist in god's frozen tears.

You call for me once more,

Here I am.

Plunging beneath the erie waves,

I dive where the sunlight dies.

The burn in my lungs increase, 

Lack of oxygen makes the head go foggy.

I change my mind.

Clawing desperately back to the surface,

I am held down.

My limbs are paralyzed,

I see you just as the beating in my chest stills.

Mother always warned me about following the sweet voice of death,

Perhaps I should have listened.