You make me water
Beholden to your shapes
Contorting to your wishes
But I will never change
Every piece of me you take
Leaves behind a stain
A soul cannot be stolen
Only shackled in place

This life is a tired metaphor
A broken road with holes
But forward I slump
Not knowing where to go
Time wasted meticulously
Shying away from the real me
Ripping me apart inside
Waiting on Serendipity

An artist drowned out
A bright light in a sea of stars
An audible voice in the choir
Whispering into the wind
Swallowed by the mire

You make me water
Restricted to this vessel
Freeze me up
Pour me out
Raise me up from the fire