Streams of crystal

Crystal water streams down my body bare
Caressing my gray lips, into the drain,
And I don't know what to think, or to care
Whether to feel or love this eternal pain
 
The blur of life I may only be imagining
Remains clear to me, a herald-maybe
Of days ere clairvoyance and rapturing
Of the forever I will truly be set, free...
 
Into darkness, into life, I close my eyes
Allowing cold air to make me shiver
Understanding all truth behind these lies
And ambiguity in this endless river
 
And maybe it shall be for the better
That I may vanish into the seams
Of what used to be, into the greater
World of darkness and lucid dreams.
 
I'm just...tired.