I am not feeling what you are feeling
How deep does the well go down?
To dig with a spade of stars into your heart
To where the rabbits play

For all this time I may have been
The selfish one who hopes for movement
While you languish in the cement of loneliness
Your tears stifled in the darkness

Or maybe I think too much
Comparing you to night terrors
Of mothers buried alive in promises
To the look of youth that grew evil

That I’ve seen following love about
With lies and to torture out of hate
That turns life into an ordeal that never ends