It begins again, Dripping pain from my fingers, it hurts to feel this empty, nothing soothes me I am led by the forces of life but I have no presence, I am here dead inside, but alive. Alive enough to feel the grief of all that have disappeared Red, Red, Red A dormant volcano, each day burning my insides. And I eat my blues and melancholy, a sea within me crashing at my ribs, I can no longer feel,