There was a certain air
Of mystery
Buried beneath a stack of knives and teeth
Plucked from the mouths of little girls
Cut into paper dolls
Connected by a ribbon
Stripped from a crown of curls
Soft golden curls
Curled around the handle of a gate
Leading to the infinite drought
Of a desert of sand
Wrapping the beaches of a white winter lake
Snow crashing to the ground
Boulders
Mountains
A burning mountain in the distance
Fire burning from within
Smoke spreading the skies
Like a thin layer of ice
Cold as the skin
Of the slithering viper
Scales
Scale
Scaling
Climbing up to the stars
Where the twinkle in her eye
Was the only thing you can think about before you slept
Before you sleep
On a throne of knives and teeth

With the weight on the world on your shoulders
Will you be the one to crawl?
The serpent writhing on the earth
The angel before the fall

Will the whisper of your greatest sins
Send shivers down your neck?
Will the kiss of death bite through your lips?
Will remembrance take your breath?

Do you crave the iron blades of truth
The wisp serenity
Did the sirens tempt your wicked heart
Will your penance be the fee?

With the weight of the world on your shoulders?
Your knees dragging the earth
Can you find yourself sinking in
When you're choking on your worth

"I am alone"

I repeat as I toss the last shovel of soil over the grave of my careless love.