The hands of God
Dig into our world
Tearing her chest apart, in less than a tenth of the time it takes to beat a single note
What is dying than to be closer to the stars
Will I ever remember the sweetness of my own name

You dug it into my skin with your nails
That you would find my retributions deep within my skin
Only bones for your labors
Still my confession sits in the back of my throat
And none shall pass
Except the prayers my fear mumbles in foolish comfort
Like shadows across the moon
These words are wind and my inhibitions just leaves

When the rain comes down
To weep the ending of the world
The uncreating
You were in the womb
Will you cling to me
And such you came forth
Your heart so young in its beating
That your fingers curled around mine
You let liquor kiss your lips just so she could speak your honesty
Finding nothing for your troubles
Will you lay with me
Or is that your footsteps I hear retreating in the dark