Flood

Greenwheel

Pull me from the wreck

or watch and stand serene.

Shards of broken glass

shattered like the innocence

we lost so long ago.

See me empty,

and fill me with a false sense of warmth

and cold, so cold.



I don't owe you anything.

Purge this skin of feeling

Left me cold and trembling.

I don't owe you anything.



Am I afraid of

how much sense this makes?

Do I deny

and tempt the inevitable?

Can I restrain this flood

from rising, rising, rising...



I get carried away.

Can I restrain this flood?