They were strong when we were weak and that was all it took for them to shatter the obsidian
We held some kind of home inside
Complete, absolute, a display so pathetic; when we hit our knees and begged our lives
They simply slit our throats
The truth was that your dirty pies were set in stone so long ago
And if I trace these crooked steps I'll find an even bigger mess that
You. Won't. Pick. Up
And I can recall
Caving in
And breaking down
And giving up
And giving them
What they wanted, but as soon as I started getting used to the pain
The science of the solitude is of utmost importance
Living for your own is as selfless as can be
Living that disfiguration again, and again, and again, and again
They can do without that
Cradled by unyielding arms
Opened with untainted hands
All enticed by the embracing tides
All these fault lines