Eloquent words spoken in blessed light.
Crush our heads into sodden ground but
do not heal this blasphemous serpents bite.
Please let me enter a place of new foreboding.
A place where I no longer care to live.
For there is a new growth within my heart,
a growth more comparable to the abyss.

I'm growing cold fair maiden dry.
I'm growing tall
and I begin laugh at thine extravagant lies.

Their bones stretch to find yours truly.
To unearth the girl so different,
so unruly.
Someone who laughed at trouble
and ate the hearts of men.
Someone who was severely magnetic.
Someone who didn't pretend.

So is it too much to ask
for more time to weep?
To ask for a path
That grows fruit for only souls to reap?

But in the end I always go back.
Back to the cave made for monsters.
The cave where darkness reigns.
and I grow so coldly in my chamber,
waiting'
Waiting for what?
Some god to ordain?

I laugh while I wait for you to find me here
but the one true question is
will anyone care?
Because this new growth has only given me bloody hands and broken stairs.

This new growth will be the end of me
and is there truly anyone left to care?