We are born of dirt
Sticky as maggots to death
And whether we are stars
Cannot be said
Faint against the sky
It is you and I
Fragile on the rock
Burning a hole through the earth
It is you and I
Swallowing shards of lies
Until they pierce our throats
And we can no longer speak
And we bled together
On this path of dying flowers
Trails of red
Like trials of our lives
When flesh stuck to our bones
Thin as the razor line
Between this world and mine
It was the sweetest bitterness
And it was me and I
Alone who thought
That the flowers bloomed
For us both
It is I alone that is a fool
Drifting down like a stone
Unbreakable, shakeable
Bleeding worms
You wax poet to an idol
While your mind idles somewhere else
Loyalty is a fickle thing
That is sold to the highest bidder
Golden inlets, silver piping
Gorge yourself on your inner workings
It is dark in your world
Even sand shines like gems
Betrayal is the curved scimitar
Shaped like the heart
Where it dashes from it
Metal born of fire