The Stone

The Stone
I'm ready to go.
I'm ready to fall into her black.
Oh, how can it stain.
Why is her eyes so full of pain.
Oh, why can't I bleed like you do.
Why can't I breath like I did.
Nothing inside of my heart.
Nothing to crave like you have.
I'm throwing the stone.
I'm ready to blend inside her nest.
My roam is a cry,
I cry that is dark inside its frame.
It's like her lips were made to scream.
Oh, why just I can't see her fear.