I have no pride to swallow
Choke on my tongue
Larva in my mouth
These are not my hands
Is your spirit really here
Or simply passing through
Are you making fear
Pulling up hairs
On the back of my neck
Is that your presence I sense
Manifestation of nightmares

I told you
Not to come
Here you are
Here I am
The one who cannot leave

You knew of my binding
Spit in my face just the same
I can forgive anything
I dare not forget
Skies are open now
Stone tablets broken
You should have written
Promises on your hands
Then you would have kept them

I am not the string
Around your finger
A reminder of promises
A circulation of inconsistency
Set me free