Red Dust

I will not cave under you

for my heart is an unending tomb

i will not trouble your rest

for my heart is infinity blessed

ever a hard rot

cut from an ancient cloth of old

someone is ringing a bell

it chimes through this shimmering shell

that once was my vision of birth

now is my vessel and curse

heat from the tall lamp

melting the outer wax that holds

blood from a deep cut

some of the reddest stuff to flow

sometimes my hands they don't feel like my own

i need someone to love i need someone to hold