I'm not a savior
I'm not a conquerer
I cannot mend cracked walls
I'm nothing but me

A melting despair
Over all the repeating dross
That surrounds me

So much to say, so much to hold
Wedged at throat
I restrain my words certain
Of your poor misconceive

What does it take to hear
And try to understand?
What does it take to lacerate
Ourselves from rusted roots
We bury sturdy on the ground?

My heart is shattered within
My heart is a slave
Of my sadness unspoken

Have you ever felt forgotten?
Fed by the hate that burns your nerves?
Inhumed in the putrid mist
Of your past rottening?
Venereal losses that build the growth