The Stone

	I'm ready to go.
	I'm ready to fall into her black.
	Oh, how can it stain.
	Why is her eyes so full of pain.
	Oh, why can't
	I bleed like you do.
	Why can't
	I breath like
	I did. Nothing inside of my heart.
	Nothing to crave like you have.
	I'm throwing the stone.
	I'm ready to blend inside her nest.
	My roam is a cry,
	I cry that is dark inside its frame.
	It's like her lips were made to scream.
	Oh, why just
	I can't see her fear.