The Stone

I'm ready to go
I'm ready to fall in to her black
Oh, how can it stain
Why is her eyes so full of rain

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 bend inside her nest
My roam is a cry
A cry that is dark inside it's frame
It's like her lips were made to scream
Oh, why I just can't see her fear