"Funeral Pyre"
What is it that holds you here?
Is it the blood on your hands?
Or the name
Your heart still holds so dear?
I can't open my eyes.
What is it that makes you fall to your knees?
Is it an act of God?
Or her scent
Carried on the evening breeze?
I can't open my eyes.
What is it that twists the sinews of your heart?
Is it your rage?
Or the quiet resignation
To tearing yourself apart?
I can't open my eyes.
What is it that haunts you still?
Is it your urge to love?
Or the fact
That she was never yours to kill?
I can't open my eyes.
Will you ever find home?
If it is truly where your heart is,
You will always be alone.
I can't open my eyes.
I can't watch you burn.