Slumped.
My body's tired,
And this fear,
It never lets me sleep.
In your smile,
This trial elates.
And in your eyes,
I see mother's open gates.

If fortune would smile,
There'd be room here for two of us.
And I would burn myself through the wires.
With this hate, concentrated, unearthed, disparate,
All of this in time...

Once in a while,
If peace held for two of us,
Or if we could show mercy awhile,
With patience, transcending, this coldness, neverending, through time.

Because if home still matters,
And if these bones were not so battered,
What state then?
I'm so desparate,
Stuck within a hollow shell,
In some forgotten state...
Come tear the dirt from my eyes!