Red Dust
I will not cave under youFor my heart is an unending tombI will not trouble your restFor my heart is infinity blessed
Ever a hard rotCut from an ancient cloth of old
Someone is ringing a bellIt chimes through this shimmering shellThat once was my vision of birthNow is my vessel and curse
Heat from the tall lampMelting the outer wax that holdsBlood from a deep cutSome of the reddest stuff to flow
Sometimes my hands they don't feel like my ownI need someone to love I need someone to hold