Swallow me, Darkened hearts, Ruptured souls, For I vent out the wishes of a dismembered child Who breathes his own gulps of blood upon the stones. A man, as a child, As a servant to protest Of one discarded soul. I do not suffer enough The remains of my youth. Life has enveloped me, while love has left me Drowning among the current of blood I leave Behind my frozen footsteps. Her heart, the bold one, Cried for the fate of another small child, Yet the literal one. It feeds her the tears, While she feeds it her breast. A little white facade upon a blackened smile. I leave trails of frozen tears Behind the current fears, the current tensions Tightening in a knot around my fingers. Rotting in a bath, as I am The man without sounds to make For a beating heart. There is love somewhere in the universe Beyond merely myself, When all I seek to do Is soak in the bathtub of innocents And their remains of what they did not do To contribute to my pain. All was I, As I'll be To the next stop in history Where fires leak frozen, from the Heavens, As death stalks every life In newborn stillness, unending strife.