Unsolicited

  I feel capable of writing you
a new song

something tangled in the light
of a dead dawn
Drowned, perhaps in the cruelty of a curt nod
And the passing indifference of a bored yawn


Because you speak out of context to deaf ghosts
Fealty in the fresh face of blood oaths
Still you dashed my heart against those stones
Pulled the soul from me and buried my bare bones

Until we wake in the fashion of born slaves
Bitter warnings still drawn out on each page
Have you no eyes to see what you could save?
Am i bled dry from the shackles of my cage,
Or are we as dead as the promises weve made

Because

If you held out your hand, I would take it
If we both swam for the surface, we might make it
But your lips are sealed, and my hands bound

I am convinced you're content, to just....drown