Come to me, in the dark hours of the cold morning. Let me show you how beautiful it all can be, the watercolor masterpiece of brilliant sunlight raining down on us. I'll take you to the old church ridden with memories and the souls of the saved. We can crawl through the doors and play in the wet vines that dangle from fallen rafters. We can talk of the chores and sway 'cause the wine has tangled us all in the trapped church. Come to me, on the streets of the lost, among houses, not homes. Tell me the things that you thought would've hurt me when I was yours. We'll dance through the pain and talk about together for never, praying on beads that were blessed like a treasure.

May your blood water this earth
In the holy breaches of the sea
May your breath take the life out of me
In sorrow you disguised a feeling
So far out of reach, abandoned in disbelief
Before you adorned me in love and emotion
The fall was a staple among our hopeless trials
Jewels and scepter
My crown glitters gold
Tell me the stories, of us growing old
I wish I could say that you needed me
Wish I could ever care
But with my frail little body,
I'm nailed to this wall
Your words mean nothing, anymore, not at all
A shadow of remnants
Bound into you
Holy, still

flowering
came to life on the opposite side of discretion
the air as ashy as before
crawled into skin like a puppet with force
inhabit a mold, show how much you were told