Watch misery fall from my palm,
Watch it burn into the soil.
The creation. The burial.

Eyes to the ground, my shield.
The creation is now the burial.
The creation. The burial.

So bury what you can
and hope that no one digs it up.

My outstretched arms are failing,
I'll keep my eyes to myself.
The creation. The burial.

My hands are cold, I need more.
The desperation. So desperate