A mountain can turn to dust,
Just as a heart can turn to coal.
With my self as the timber,
And your lies as the fire,
We will paint this canvas.
Place the mask over that which you hope to disguise.
Cover it with black,
and black,
and black,
and black.
Leave no white for it is your non existence,
A statement against unity.

I am so insignificant,
In this steel coffin built of metal,
and bolts,
and hate,
and uncertainty.
Bury me deep.
A tiny morsel amongst mountains of dirt.
Give me a window. My constant reminder of a
Never ending silence.
Give me a door, it's grainy texture
Painted red.
So that when I resurface, I may exit.
Only upon leaving such a depth does one realize.
You can never go home again,
You can never go home again.