All the empty promises that we are
Every breathe you chose not to take
Stepping on the serpents tail repeatedly
Letting out all that is coiled inwards

This is a removal of myself from me
Everything kept disappointing virtue
Hollow ground and cello overtures
Spitting blood, veins pouring red wine

The other side of your endless silence
Vanity an approachable dinner topic
Did not find myself sanctuary in me
Until  we let go of being born to die

Taking the early way out steadfast
Red robin hovering over patch of clovers
I know a place where its all disappeared
And you do not have to exist to anyone.