Alchemist III

In spilled curses where you name me    
In basins splintered by design    
Visions of what is and will be    
I feel my smoke, your breath
In every smothered line    
   
On mountains of vessels buried    
On crimson hilltops grinning low    
Falling beneath labors carried    
If it leads me to Hell    
On your word I will go    
   
When all the voices are boring    
We hear the delight of the gun    
When all these worlds crumble away    
I return to the only one    
   
With all our talk of morning    
We sure like to hide the Sun    
With all our secrets sating Fate    
I am dead to you or none    
   
From flame that sings behind the door    
From wounds which lick back tenderly    
Embrace the chaos we yearn for    
Or innocence turned black    
From form missed sincerely.