Touch my skin,
and it will burn you...

The ice is smooth.
Cold, almost like fire...

I can smell blood,
when my eyes tear...

(read in a whisper)
Stop the hurt...

You lay there, next to me.
Your hair fanned out over the pillow...

You breathe so softly,
onto the pillow you lay on...

I lay here in the dark
with you next to me...

Sometimes, when I sit long enough, I think
of you sitting with me, like you used to...

I won't say I'm sorry.
I can't stop thinking of you...

I hear you from across the room. Your breathing.
The slow, soft hiss. In, and out. In, and out...

I watch you walk across the room, not really
knowing what it is you're thinking...

There are so many of you.
When will you all die...