A stillife sharp as a knife her warm smile
Will the blood that I bleed make it worthwhile
A pyre from the ashes only smoke rise
Will I ever break the spell of her cold eyes
It sinks in
Penetrates my skin a carpet of broken glass
From her self assurance to my bare feet
Wall to wall quiet as a blank sheet
Resurrection redefined I stand still
It all sinks in
Still I am pinioned
Her hands move
The walls move
Her eyes move
