Can you taste the the dew of the day?
If you can, I bet you could taste your soul.
That dark black hole, or, is there a light shinning in there?
That moment when you feel like your body is betraying your soul.
What a sacred precious stone
So fragile, so lost
Yet so bitter
I know you are fighting; I can feel it
Those late hours, the scratching of your head,
Bitting of nails, wild thoughts
If only you could just taste it
Then you'd know.