I cleanse myself
on the alter of your pain
in hopes i find an answer
to the questions that i ask of you
are the answers i need for me
as i wander through your rooms
all your rooms so full of pain
which one is safe to stay
is there any room at all
for me with all those doubts
and are they yours or mine
the questions come hard
and the answers harder yet
in the air they lay bare
with no one to ask
but our fleeting selves
