Give them to me.
All the pieces of your broken heart.
Give them to me.

I'll take them.

All the rough-hewn misshapen bits of your shattered dreams.


Give them to me.
I will take them.

Give them to me.


They are wanted here.


All the parts of your misspent childhood. All the regrets of ticking seconds behind you.

Give them to me.

And we will build a cathedral. A stained glass window of who we are as tall and as beautiful as it should be.

Let me have them.

And we will make a mosaic that stretches as wide as the sky. Showing every color your heart gained from the bits and pieces left on the ground.

I will take them.

And forge a sculpture of how beautiful the ideas are that we cast out in our failings and we will cast it in our failings.

Let me have them.

And we will ***** a monument of all the small things in the shape that you remember them.
Towering. Looming. Striking. Beautiful.

Let me have them so we might bind the words said and regretted, (or worse) left unsaid in leather and call it scripture.

Our Psalms. Our Proverbs:

“The tip of my finger dangles like my tongue. Wanting to touch something beautiful.”

“If it were not for him, it would have been us.”

“You were all my brightest colors.”

“I wish I were more like you.”

“I wish I were less like me.”

“I am sped.”

And we will read them at dawn like litany.

Stretching our voices to the corners of the universe. Asking for the wishes you make when you are scared. Or alone. Or both.

That we may take them.

And make a blanket.

A blanket to cover our childhood and let it rest at last.

I will take them.

All the parts you no longer want.

Give them to me.

Because they are what make us beautiful.

Give them to me.

That I may forge them into pitch and feathers and craft mighty wings.

That I may take flight from your worry. And soar on the updraft of your misconception.

Give them to me.
I will take them.

Because I would rather burn like Icarus than to have never dared to fly.

My chest just grieves and my stomach should heave
But my smile just creeps to see the bodies in the street
'Cause welcome to the world that you layed at your feet
You can see the sickness in their eyes and the children as they weep
And you're just a fool if for a second you believe
That the fault would be anyone's but yours and me
For herding the young like cattle at the steep
Of the mountain, off the cliff we shove them off with a leap
And a scream of God save me please
Oh lord just give me peace

And the world will never be the same when we leave our mark
When we break it's veins, and create red rain
The oceans will boil with the blood of the ******
        And we'll all be condemned, when we take our toll        
                 We'll make our amends when we hear the bells                  
The skies will rumble with the cries of man

Can you believe the way we treat these things
Like it's a bunch of stupid trivial dreams
That to change is an impossible thing
Like emotions ablaze and we create new means
To wage war in unconventional ways
As we break apart and fall into seas
Because after we've finished what's left to dream
And in God I just can't believe
So I won't scream God save me please
Afterall your lord can't bring me peace

And the world will never be the same when we leave our mark
When we break it's veins, and create red rain
The oceans will boil with the blood of the ******
        And we'll all be condemned, when we take our toll        
                 We'll make our amends when we hear the bells                  
The skies will rumble with the cries of man

And what's left at the end, after all has been said
It's just lies that they want you to believe
That the schools and hospitals and trees are all alive
And not just crisp and burnt to a tee
Oh, just inhale the ashes that burn as we breathe
The fires he saw what made your darling scream
Gone are the ways you always raised your child
With the neighbours and family and the dreams
Here is the time that the war is alive
And it ever wants little Steve
They carry your child away crying God save me please
And all you can ask is oh lord just give him peace

And the world will never be the same when we leave our mark
When we break it's veins, and create red rain
The oceans will boil with the blood of the ******
And we'll all be condemned, when we take our toll
We'll make our amends when we hear the bells
The skies will rumble with the cries of man

I just raised my fist and stormed across a hell made of anger, guilt, and ignorace that I created for myself.
I was never the same again. I don't even remember who I was before. The ghost of a boy stamping his frustrated feet in the dirt.
I believe I became whatever the universe wanted me to be though.
When you walk through fire, some part of the poison burns off and whatever detriment that remains is charred and visible; able to be conquered like the remnants of a failing army.