You sunk the skies at my feet
Bonds break down, a curse realized
Our gilded mirrors no longer reflect
I found a home upon the pyre
A fire still burns but I am smothered
Praying with outstretched palms
Past defleshed, future interred
I am the interloper
With the marks of the forlorn
A silent acquiescence
Dawn breaks despite my will
Light finds its resolve
A refraction of loss
Solitude is a prism
Continues after the ad
I will cast no shadow
No more peril, no more pain
Flay your discernment
Enshrine my hurt
Still unabsolved
Passed contrition
Botched coup de grace
I give you the garrote
Redemption is an empty well