Charcoal/Veins
(walker)
slice away: an open wound, fresh for icy morn.
the dawn hath broke and i have found this jealousy runs deep.
this charcoal stone that i have wept so long
and held to be myself is broken fears eroded away,
laid out nice and fresh for all to see
who says that fate trudges his miles with the accuracy of mine?
and cares that his mistakes don't always mend so well?
how can you feel to forsake one who has no feelings?
to empty your blood and your tears and your rain on the shattered chisel?
its easier to fall against the walls of anothers rusty veins.
or even still to hate yourself for letting him play you out.
who says that fate trudges his miles with the accuracy of mine?
and cares that his mistakes dont always mend so well?
instinct pleads to keep your back to the wall.
the stone helps you to lose everything at all.
keep your block untouched: the surface is fine.
slice away nothing at all.
