I thought that we had
something special

that we could be friends
just nice and simple

no pain
no rain

but my tears
must've muddied your dirt

you said
that you never wanted to part

YOU SAID
SO MANY THINGS

now yet again
I'm here

where you told me
I'd never return

but I suppose
it's my fault

I never should've believed you
my trust was misplaced

you should've just left
so I don't have to watch you go

so
so
slowly

Rose glasses
couldn't turn blue to red

Our rose garden
to where a compass once led

it's wilted and singed
ashes in the wind

But never again
will I plant a garden

never in a place so dry
so windy, too

No, I search for greener pastures
colder weather to work in

where the sun doesn't burn
where the garden

isn't a chore
but a hobby

I am Saltbreath

I will salt your field and your eyes
destroying everything
everything that's alive

I am Saltbreath

when I look at you I see red
the red of hatred
I will burn you to ashes

I am the great Saltbreath

kneel to my power
kneel to the constant pain
that emanates from my throat

I am the great Saltbreath

I will dominate
all aspects of your life
I will fill them with pain

I am the terrible Saltbreath

I am weakness
I am loneliness
I am pitiful

I am Saltbreath
I am Saltbreath
I am Saltbreath

My words
are hardly special

My self is so
so special

I came to write
because I felt blue

But there's none
none to match me

I may be a ****
do the worst things

and I may be crass
and foolishly blundering

But I know among these things

That I am kind
I am smart

I don't know my strength
let alone my worth

But I'm learning
growing with the tide

Like seeds in concrete
I will break through.

Knives and bubblegum
litter my space

But maybe I'm someone
someone you'll miss

Charismatic from the start
but erratic at heart

Scarves and swords
skirts and spears

You say that I'm kind
I'm not, I just look behind

Just another attempt
to scrub myself

of these regrets
of pain

Just another attempt
to end this

the suffering
the pain

Am I crazy?

Am I stupid?

So much time I've wasted
on pretty things

the dazzling lights
before the curtain call

I was the French
and you the Ardennes

Tall peaks watched gently
as howitzers fired

But there in the grass
among the trampled flowers

as I lay bleeding
I smiled

Because in the earth
I am finally with you