Dip your dark quill into a vast ink
draw forth anomalies to make me think
drink in the night just to spew it back
in a shape unfathomed by those that lack
those eyes which see and know to burn
and bring form to lessons aptly learned
come the dawn I'll wonder at deep words
if your voice in the dark was truly heard

make a tithe of your body and I'll hold it in place
make a lie of your smile and I'll smile at your face
make an ounce of sweat, equal gallons of blood
make a mirror of my being, now I'm not who I was
make a whisper that echoes as my silence is still
make patterns of the chaos, or if you want, I will
make a trance that I'll live in, if I wake you can cry
make a box for misgivings, then I'll give you the sky

a stumbling drunken stupor through the alleys of my mind
alone is what I chose, alone I'll watch the time
a starving sense of hunger as the pains of tooth take hold
alone I had been born, alone I will grow old
a slow lament for old ways as madness takes my hand
alone is where I live, alone is who I am

If your absence burned my stomach like your eyes do
then I'd take you back and beg you not to go
it feels so tragic trying to live the way that you do
each day spent forgetting wishes that I know
now it hurts just keeping busy like your hands do
and it scars my mind to dream of what's unreal
but I still cant kiss off pain the way your lips do
so I'll just leave it there for someone else to feel

She couldn't understand why I cried
when she said "wise beyond your years"
but the ones who comprehend have died
and I'm never understood by those still here

I hope you ******* choke on all the words you spoke as lies
a sarcastic little joke too stuck on blowing smoke to act surprised

I hear crows calls in morning
though hard I am of waking
it is wisdom in their whispers
and the fear we have of breaking
I feel little more than nothing
and the shifting of the sands
for there is solace in the silence
and the winter of your hands
we climbed a secret mountain
in hopes of stealing strength
for each to covet as their own
and begrudgingly give thanks
I hear crow calls in morning
and the dew soaks my head
there I wake up bewildered
by what truth they have said