Fractured fingers Pace the corridors of your eyelids Engulfed in the cold of winter's hull I drift Into a sombre coma Images so colorless and pale Scarred by the lucidity of your body Buried alive There lies no nurture upon the foundation of a broken home I feel your spirit earthed within my skin Your pulse and your presence course through my wrists My body will burn just as yours did Lit by the disparity of my emptiness I bore witness to your fabricated guise Consume the sentiment confined within a child's eyes You are the chasm enclosed within my chest Lest I lay my ambivalence to rest Let my abhorrence manifest (I still feel you I still hear you) My words and poems have turned sombre and grey Upon the violence of nature Whisking you away 1, 'u-xx_large_top_margin': A stranded child of dismantled faith That no act of God could remunerate Living, breathing, deadweight And with the coming of my heresy Downstream your body dissipates I still discern the scars of your abandonment Buried alive There will spore no growth upon the casket of your lifeless soul I feel your spirit earthed within my skin Your pulse and your presence course through my wrists My body will burn just as yours did Lit by the disparity of my emptiness My beautiful boy Let my saunter guide you through There's an acquired beauty in vacancy And this I pass unto you Sacred mother You buried harmony in my palms But in the scarcity of life's advent I still seek your love and calm My son I beg you to find my light The cancer was far too corrosive A state too delicate to fight 1, 'u-xx_large_top_margin': My calloused fingers pray upon your presence An animosity too dense to hold Within an all but empty promise I will carry you wherever I may roam The spirits and torments that guide me into the hole in which I reside They sing songs of your name at night And if we were to make everything right Be the bearer of my light And I'll become your sacrifice I will carry you wherever I may roam This house is no longer a home