Flood - Greenwheel

Pull me from the wreck
or watch and stand serene.
Shards of broken glass
shattered like the innocence 
we lost so long ago.
See me empty,
and fill me with a false sense of warmth 
and cold, so cold.

I don't owe you anything.
Purge this skin of feeling
Left me cold and trembling.
I don't owe you anything.

Am I afraid of
how much sense this makes?
Do I deny
and tempt the inevitable?
Can I restrain this flood
from rising, rising, rising...

I get carried away.
Can I restrain this flood?