You carve your words into my heart like I carved our names into a tree.
It is against nature,
But it's exactly how it ought to be.

You carve your words into my heart like I will carve this knife across my wrist.
There's blood and emotion.
But I know I won't be missed.

You are unsympathetic.
I am so apologetic.
I miss your entire presence.
Can we be synergetic?

I love the way you hate me.
In your arms I breath in safety.
Is there room for me to stay, please?
You seem so empty lately.

Tell me so many lies.
Everybody cries.
Fiery passion burns out.
Everybody dies.

From the broken rocks a dove emerges. Dusty and damaged he attempts to fly. Slowly at first.
He's gaining his strength.
And with a mighty flap of his wings
he launches up, up, up into the sky.
Leaving behind the rubble
that once entrapped him.
Heading towards the open air,
where the clouds may greet him.
He is free.

My Bones are the salt
Melting away the snow on-
-this slippery road.