As the candles yawned,
My world grew darker
'Til barely a detail remained
Parchment and smoke
Through distant chimes
Moths carried by the breeze
Her finger to my lips,
I am stilled in an instant -
I sip, and I'm numbed
From here the path winds backwards
At first I see my entering
And then steps in reverse
Descent where I had fallen
Familiar, all is skewed
And yet I cannot reflect
Beyond my eyelids, I have died
Days are merging quickly now,
Into years that spiral from my chest
They pass but leave no mark
Familiar, all is skewed
And yet I cannot reflect
Beyond my eyelids, I have died
yet I cannot reflect
From here the path winds backwards
Beyond my eyelids, I have died
I swallow forgotten words
To gain what was lost
And lost what was gained
Until neither is real
Behind my head, her hands hold no weight
I have reached a beginning,
But somehow I do not stop
I fall through the first moment
To find that there is more