The Stone

I'm ready to go.

I'm ready to fall into her black.

Oh, how can it stain.

Why is her eyes so full of pain.

Oh, why can't

I bleed like you do.

Why can't

I breath like

I did. Nothing inside of my heart.

Nothing to crave like you have.

I'm throwing the stone.

I'm ready to blend inside her nest.

My roam is a cry,

I cry that is dark inside its frame.

It's like her lips were made to scream.

Oh, why just

I can't see her fear.