Life detaches Much less loved A taste familiar But watered down And each day passes Into the next Like television Flickering unseen. I breathe But I don't often think about it Anymore Its become a habit Those embers fragment That fire was Just a fracture In the ice. Do you hear me? Can you hear me? Do you hear a voice from my side? Sleepwalking And poetry Fills an empty room With science broken And confused And my desire... Becomes a pacifier I need to feel Alive & awake. Do you hear me? Can you hear me? Do you hear a voice from my side? Sleepwalking Something aging In the water In the damage To my soul The wishing fire Is still alive And I think his heartbeat Will not die How can I give Anymore of my life Away... Do you hear me? Can you hear me? Do you hear a voice from my side? Sleepwalking