Red Dust

I will not cave under you

For my heart is an unending tomb

I will not trouble your rest

For my heart is infinity blessedEver a hard rot

Cut from an ancient cloth of oldSomeone is ringing a bell

It chimes through this shimmering shell

That once was my vision of birth

Now is my vessel and curseHeat from the tall lamp

Melting the outer wax that holds

Blood from a deep cut

Some of the reddest stuff to flowSometimes my hands they don't feel like my own

I need someone to love I need someone to hold