Riddle

I feel the hum again
The creaks above me saying go to bed
Dripping and dreaming
When did my conscience become so heavy
Fishtail and ponytail
Made real with a smaller scale
My mind is making ripples
But they are still without reason
Why am I falling
I've got my feet planted on the floor
Why am I floating
Attach me to serenity
I'm falling into sleep
Sands of time fleeing
Those silent strangers streaming
off the light of my life
Riddle within me
Solving one less mystery
Knowledge gained sightless is useless
Grasping delusion
Fighting confusion
With the knife of the sacred
Sticking out of my back
Tarnished images
Sighing and restless
What is left but your own blood in your hands?