Under mountains I have crawled,
Into caverns I have hidden.
Tears groping minuscule stalactites,
The only pieces I have left are washed away.
So alive, yet I am mortified,
Watching embers tear away my heart
I am helpless; rivers fall upon my shoulders,
I find the air so thick, my chest so heavy.
My story written in the ashes
The words are carried to the sky,
I keep my sorrows hidden in these eyes,
For the years to come, they shall stay.
