Flecks

There’s blood been spilt in this hole you left
Your veins run dry with emptiness
This worn out shell has cost you dear
Whilst your bones, they ache and shake with fear
These salt ashes surround my feet
Whilst bitter hopes make you sit and weep
In flecks you fall and lose your flare
In flames you fall, don’t softly care

In the dark you rest and hold your tongue
Dressed in ivy, not too young
In awe, you thaw, but not remain
Your skin clings tight to your narrow frame
But in flecks, but in flecks

In flecks you rise and fall in fear
Whilst poisoned thoughts collect too near
Your faith restored, you lost in vain
Whilst the lonely souls collect in pain
Your echoes are born in a static air
And silence suggests you’ve lost your care
These blinding lights emit your sight
Whilst burning hopes bind you tight

In the dark you rest and hold your tongue
Dressed in ivy, not too young
In awe, you thaw, but not remain
Your skin clings tight to your narrow frame
But in flecks, but in flecks