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Tell me again what it means
That the river ran red
With their blood
When I picked the shards of glass
From my teeth
Carved them into my tombstone
Embroidered it with the spell I stole
Aureate, the passing
I'll bury that damned rock with me

Tie it to my back
Let it weigh me to the bottom of the ocean
I'll mean more to the earth
Than it meant to me

Kill me
Etch the blade of the knife
Endearing
That I see
Every breath this paper cut
The figurine

Tell me again what it means
That giants drank the river dry
And when truth spoke
It burned their shoulders to scabs
Loosed blood by my fingernails
Painted the world in a brilliant gold
A tender pink sky floods through the cracks

Hues of violet
Wash over like a warm medicine
Align every broken eye
To its heart

Kill me
Etch the blade of the knife
Endearing
That I see
Every breath this paper cut
The figurine
Help me, it burns
My veins in insurrection
That I breathe
Means the words are no more than me

I am unrepentant

Hold the doll over the fire
Steady the knife
I'll carve a name for myself
And watch it bleed from my back
Drain me
Melt me to the burning
And burn from the endless smoke
That I breathe

He wrote on the inside of my skin
Peel it away, unwind me
String me from the trees
From the burning sheets benighted
Crushed and crystallized
In this I had confided
Punctured needle through my mouth
They'll keep my sewn indictment

Hues of violence streak my eyes
Discharge concatenation
Cut a hole between my cheekbones
They force the abnegation
The frayed ends have caught their thread
Redact my ordination
Strung, wound, and wrapped around
They spun this realization

So tell me again what it means
That they'd instill that apparition
These words are a chassis, last stone unturned
"How can meaning have a meaning when we all mean nothing"
Gilded it with the hope I stole
Aureate, the phrasing
I'll bury that damned rock alive

Tie it to my back
Let it weigh me to the bottom of the ocean
Tell me again what it means
That I breathe

Kill me
Etch the blade of the knife
Endearing
That I see
Every breath this paper cut
The figurine
Help me, it burns
My veins in insurrection
That I breathe
Means the words are no more than me
No more than me