One more minute
Dream a stolen dream

One more minute
Pledge a silent scream

From the cracks beneath your skin
To the tides rising above the brim
Dream a stolen dream

I see blistering pain in your eyes
The rage engulfing them, pry
Unravelling, seething
I see your pale unblemished skin
The undead coldness within
Scorches and burns
I see your ragged breathing
The shallow whispers hoarse
Bereaving, still disbelieving

Time doesn’t make it better,
The memories come back stronger
A touch, a smell, a glimpse
A pursuit to persist
The footprints stand still