To be numb
To be absent of feeling
No tingles of the flesh
No fingers of passion across the skin
Stilled
No sound of heart or rush of breath

To be a blade of autumn grass
Responding not to the sun

To be sound... before a bell rings
The ground before rain
Ah, to be numb

Wintered in my soul

If there is to be life without you 
Then I must be thus
I fear in death, my spirit would still yearn for you
And I would taste blood in my mouth... for eternity