The music from the soul,
once again taking it's toll,
until it comes to a boil,
and from the head it's stolen,
Pieced together for your sake,
truly for my own, to assure,
I don't break,
or stake my entire seeing on something fake,
Let me, fester and wound,
myself into a lake,
allow me the decency
of breathing while I say,
I am alive, you are too,
so let us love one another,
until we are blue,
and after too,
when our bones don't hurt to break,
when to burn our soul
no toll takes,
when our heads are given as a keepsake,
when you can use my arms as stakes,
I assure you, wounded and forlorn,
from a forgotten, unremarkable place
I love you.