I never left

 
discerning waters, I am faith
troubling the deep, I am nothing
on the airs stirring the mists I fathom what I can not see

interpretation is not a gift I possess
I leave that to madness
waxing then waning pregnant with grief
tears taste of emptiness
charcoal filaments of honesty inspire me

darkness is mine
don't disturb the sleeping ache
restless need won't you leave me to my thoughts
I pace the skies echoing my visions

broken child of sin
reliving it again