I walked a tilted floor
Trying to get back to you
But I just kept slipping
Away

The ground beneath my feet
Slanted and sliding
Ever moving and unsure
Wasted me

A quicksand of quick fix,
Not withstanding pain,
Lingers yet as prison
Upon my brain

And I wait for your heart to capture
Me as I fall away
As proof that you’re still true
To a soul that’s enflamed