I burnout in your field of black rot
Seedlings in hand as the quiet you took
Match can't take health you've displaced
As much I strike, the damage is done

Quill filled lady in red pilfering sanity
--But worthy of love, worthy enough
Witch of the East wind's casting bringing her flood
Of mirror images I can't bear to be

Whose right weighing the scale would weigh in the least?
Guilt laden innocence spinning directionless
Like it mattered at all which one of us two jumped first
I heard it was you
--From those who heard it was me