Scaling up the walls has given me second wind,
Instead of measuring rope, broken fractal codes
Live to avert their eyes. Our hearts might just
Pull us away from the drive, dare I make the same mistakes twice.
When fires ignite in candlebox coffins, the crimes against God fade
To light and my hands circumvent his throat.
hes got those porcelain eyes, static thighs, and silent drive
So I keep coming back to dip a hand in the stream,
And reverse the age scarring my own skin.
Drops in temperature drove us to warmer climates,
I was carried south, embraced in his cloth.
Pressing diamonds in my fists, I adorned his neck
With metalry, golden and set like the sun chars mountain tops.
Golden, and pressed against my chest, as not be consumed
By the chill in his eyes. Retracted tongue, removed grip,
Death took to him like the horror of my crimes against God,
Pushing one last time, and without struggle, went ragged, like a doll.
