i have survival seared across my cheek
independence tattooed on my face
the imprinted knuckles of fear on bloody skin
and the skin of slain lodged in my tongue
i was named for memories
those long lost, buried in sand so deep
you'd never miss them during nights alone
i sleep days and wander night after night
alone, singing prayers of exile
learning the language of the wind
leading me due north to an inferno of a star
a guiding light
enticing me to play with death
with fire, with your bones
while you tell me what its like to be you
you bear scars and shame, chasing away
anger like dust on clouds
and i am incapable of anything but wonder;
i only call you liar because stories like yours
never end this way
you find a saving grace and leave me
faithless, desperate
and better for knowing a state other than depravity
