There are etchings in stones that define me
I am an unmarked grave a soulless vessel.
There are broken bones & shards of memories
yet i have nothing left to sell to the devil.

Dear love - old love - can we talk about the altars carved in us
That I was afraid to day - I was afraid of the silent sky
look up - and behold betrayal looking down on us.
I can taste the lingering salt upon my skin
My broken body carved out from within
Pieces of my soul scattered all around
pick up and piece together what's left of me

And I raise my hands and hope
that this unwavering fear may not take hold

There are etchings on the stones that define me
I am a fading light; a broken vessel.
Like a guillotine of haunted memories
You are the heavy blade that make my hands tremble.

what is love without the loss
what is hope without the fear
a missed memory never carried the weight my dear
-i beat my chest - my dear!
i traverse the river bed buried alive
was i ever alive or was i just too afraid to die
still water a blanket for my body;
the last thing these eyes will see
gathered vines encase this heart
tethered to an indifferent world below
a penance in a name we never knew
glass caskets calling home
my words float above me
suspended into shapeless blurs
your lips never loved another
these idle hands we served
bare feet breaking twigs
bleeding ribs exposed to the cold
we look down a path we've never known
and I was always so alone

I stapled courage to my chest
And carved it on my soul
you stole - everything

Penetrating through the dreams you brought me
a muted scream, a vain endeavor.
And every brick I've laid is a prison for me.
a safe haven built that won't last forever.