to orfeus

even though i have crossed
over the river lethe
still there is something
ringing in my ears to
remind me that someone
sang to me and touched me
so deeply it burned my soul

it burns here too
but in a different way
it consumes me without
the ashes that would
eventually cool and every
touch and word is a reprimand
for all that i have never done

sing me a song that will
turn the fire to ice and
later the ice into the flame
find me because i cannot
remember who i am and be
sure whatever you do that you
melt the heart of the king of pain

i am dying; oh i am dead
already but i could be revived
if only i knew where my heart
went it's hard to do cpr
and it's hard to breathe
when i can't find my lips the
last i know you were kissing them

here on the other side
everyone is a shade and there
is a certain sameness that scares
me are we really just these vague
shapes i never saw them before
but i think you might know me
by my voice if I can speak

sing me a song that will
turn the fire to ice and
later the ice into the flame
find me because i cannot
remember who i am and be
sure whatever you do that you
melt the heart of the king of pain