(Opening Line – whispered, almost spoken)

I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or just blinking too slow.

(Verse)

The lights hit me sideways —

Not like a car crash,

More like a soft warning,

Something beautiful before it burns.

My hands don’t reach the same anymore.

I wave and the shadows don’t follow.

I cross the street,

but the yellow light stays green.

I don’t run.

I glide.

I vanish between reflections on glass windows

that used to show my face.

Now they show nothing.

(Bridge – soft vocal rhythm)

Ahhh ahhh—

static in my spine,

Ahhh ahhh—

white noise in my mind.

(Verse 2)

I thought blinding lights would look like fire.

But it’s colder than that.

More quiet.

Like a scream held under water.

Every night I close my eyes

and still see them flicker behind my lids.

I guess you can go blind without ever going dark.