count the hours in the sky,
a facade of golden hue;
  look! it has been smothered,
its throat in your fist,
  i was promised the ends of the Earth,
still, i stand knee-deep in grey forest foliage,
  and i call to the heavens as I am swallowed,
and the ticking sun does not show me mercy.

mother watches and sighs
  as you drape your body in diamonds
and a dream of greed,
  she will live out of death's reach
by the skin on her teeth, but we will not.
  'x' marks the spot and her ribs have cracked, bones falling and landing
  helplessly inconspicuous in front of my eyes,
in places that i can not yet voyage to.
  too soon, the boiling sea has become a mausoleum for her skeleton,
and your hands of destruction will soon lie there, too.

and you have ruined my day plans
  with your path of terror,
oh, you say, but it is ok,
  because the sun has been suffocated
by the air that you breathe
  out, and never in. Give, and never take;
but you take the stars
  and squash them between your palms,
you take the sea and drink like you are a God,
  you lick your way through Mother's home,
you are a fire fiend.

i was promised every corner of the Earth, 
  instead i am banished to perish
upon this hearth.