Can we rest now?
We've fought
And lost,
And won,
Bit, clawed, kicked, punched,
Destroyed.
Where do we go from here?
We hurt,
Burn,
With the memories that
We can't seem to cleanse
From our heavy hearts.
Make me what I was.
What I am,
What you are,
We are dirty,
Unclean hands soiling the linens.
You have to go on living,
Because its hard,
The hardest,
But I crave you,
So how could I
Let you rest in in peace?
You'll be what I deserve,
Gonna see a change.
Your pristine being
For the first time overcome,
With harshness.
We want out,
But the end is near,
Or is it here?
It always looms,
Black and sharp and shiny,
Just in front of us,
Taunting with its
Greasy fingers grasping at
Our apron strings.
Do you trust me?
Never.
We are the broken,
The chosen,
The lost.
Because that's it
What we are,
How we'll die-
Alone.
The cold burns too.
All it does is burn,
Lighting on us with
Wind and rain and frost and snow.
We fight on
Through fire and ice,
Spilling useless buckets of salt.
It hurts.
Carries her water,
Carries her sin,
And he will be loved.
But it's crushed, wrecked, smashed.
It's too hard to tell,
To dark to see.
You should make them wear signs,
But would they listen?
You don't even listen,
You can't.
And she will look on him
With forgiveness
And everyone will forgive
And love-
You had a speech,
Learned it all,
But you've been alive longer
And dead longer too,
Because I don't love you,
Like hell.
We all have our crosses to bear.
Your soul,
It's really there.
It stings.
Are you ready to be strong?
I want to see how it ends.