Hazy shapes linger just beyond my madness. One hand slips it's ugly claw around my neck, Another around my waist. Where do they plan to take me? When do they plan to bring me back? Eye to eye.. Cheek to cheek.. We dance. I can't see anymore.. I can't feel anymore. Hazy shapes gather one by One. Hazy shapes touch me Leaving trails of wet down my once dry Sleeve. We spin out of control. We spin to the floor. We laugh until we cry. I fall into bed.. Spinning and Wet. I rub my eyes, driving the haze away.. I rub my eyes and See you there. You are broken, Twisted And torn.