We see in angles and shadows -
Blistered and hollow eyed,
And this feels like escape.
You sculpted me, carved a groove in me,
And hurt that never
Found it\'s way into your light.
Breath like an electric current -
Arch-drag, and touching like claws.
We can\'t watch this burn down,
And we can\'t look away.
Hard and dark -
There is no softness here, no safety.
It\'s ash on our altar of stone and wind,
And it tastes like fire and dust -
A bruised and aching dream
Testament to the broken beats -
Wonderfully bitter.
This is the only offering we have left,
And it will never be enough.
Hush - don\'t tell a soul -
These are the things we carry,
And these are the things we keep.