I don’t remember your name anymore
I can only remember your reflection in the mirror
Watching me from beyond the edge of silence
I can only hear the screams
Of the glass people crashing into pieces down by the waterfall
Shards of glass digging deeper into the burning flesh
Like a rehearsal of intimate rituals
Spur of the moment
A salty drop on your lips
An ice cube on your warm skin
The Moon watching greedily
While your eyes were turning grey.

I don’t remember your name anymore
I can only remember the pain
Pulsating like blood flowing from a stone cup
A life frozen in waiting
White faces swallowing their daily dose of fear
Voices articulating incoherent words
Becoming one with the soft bones of their victims
Ripped apart in screams boring from the inside
A thick taste of green fluids
Crushed bones eaten through the spine
Still surrounded by the heavy smell
Of eyeballs pecked by the ravens from Hell.

It’s morning on the ocean and it’s blue
All the black and white pictures have faded away
Only a shadow of the darkest color remains
Killing the dreams of the glass people
Leaving empty carcasses behind
Reigning silence
Quiet proof of the past night
Without mouth you cannot scream
Without eyes you cannot cry.

This morning finds us defeated
Telling tales about the sky’s hidden heights
Same place where we look to find our own broken pieces
Like grains of sand on the beach
Like frozen tears repeating your name
Universal ice.