herterritory

Words, manifested from nothingness return to their hollow, and their echo stretches, bends over the land; her calling, your calling. See, I miss the way you talked to me, those sounds spent on another body, is she anybody, is she anything like me? Maybe you could define me, pick up the pieces, tomorrow, when my body bends and breaks for you, for me, for salvation and insanity. Clouds push in like you crashing through the cracks in the dripping wall, her shadow cast in the light, and there I am, your hate, your destruction, your blight. So what reason do you have to cradle

Like a second skin You fell over my words Unspoken And walked through Your sands of time Like water Dripping Through the cracks To the past But as much as I wanted to meet You there I could never carry My entire self