Some days thick linger and fill me opaque

I’m untouched by sun like a rock river-breaks

I wish I were empty to be filled with love

But all faith I gave you, in me, back, is shoved.

 

What made blood’s home to be outside our veins

And why must it be there when it puts mine in flames?

I love you, and it hurts. Is this all my fault?

To see your body bloody, hanging or behind bars

 

I see youth, sun shining through transparent skin

Still empty, not seeing sweet Satan’s fine grin

I pray that to fill up, empty they’ll choose

And I weep for this, which they have to lose.