We see in angles and shadows - Blistered and hollow eyed, And this feels like escape. You sculpted me, carved a groove in me, And hurt that never Found it's way into your light. Breath like an electric current - Arch-drag, and touching like claws. We can't watch this burn down, And we can't look away. Hard and dark - There is no softness here, no safety. It's ash on our altar of stone and wind, And it tastes like fire and dust - A bruised and aching dream Testament to the broken beats - Wonderfully bitter. This is the only offering we have left, And it will never be enough. Hush - don't tell a soul - These are the things we carry, And these are the things we keep.