If I reached for your hand
Would I feel flesh or bone?

You are brittle and cold,
Searching for more than one person
can ever hold.

No one can love you back to life
Without at least a spark in your dying heart.

I hope the fire you start
Gives you the warmth you've been looking for.

I hope your bones ignite and turn to ash.
Maybe as you rise, when you return
You won't let anyone convince you
That you're something in need to be saved.

Come back to life.
You are not dead
And only you will choose to stay here
In this empty grave you've made.