Shallow beauty lingers
In these simple tears along the fabric
Frosted hearts no longer beating
Broken seasons no longer static
Revered footsteps echo
Like the faintest of dying whispers
Open my mouth to utter nonsense
Venomous voices sound like blisters
We are granite and gravity
Stepping stones to greener pastures
Bass and treble evolved as one
An aria of glass on the brink of fracture
Glancing over a shoulder
To sing of subterfuge and serenity
Drop your octaves, and drop your weapons
We bear arms to prove our empathy