The Stone

I'm ready to go.

I'm ready to fall into her black.

Oh, how can it stain.

Why is her eyes so full of rain.

Oh, why can't I bleed like you do.

Why can't I breath like I did.

Nothing inside of my heart.

Nothing to crave like you have.

I'm throwing the stone.

I'm ready to bend inside her nest.

My roam is a cry,

A cry that is dark inside its frame.

It's like her lips were made to scream.

Oh, why I just can't see her fear.