So slender, still, and silent in your sleep,
You strain beneath a wall you do not keep.
But what of you? There's nothing in your core.
Let crumble down the weight you bore before.
For those who search have felt no final sound,
No aching shift, no tremble through the ground.

I spoke and she took heed
She spoke and I felt need
Time twisted cruel and tight
It burned without respite

I lay in silent spin
The world just turned within
With rot beneath its seam
Far from the fight I dream

I’m cold and heartless, hollow to the bone.
I’ll use you up and leave you all alone.
No guilt will bloom, no second glance or pause.
I am the storm that never checks its cause.