I am not alive
I am flashes in your eyes
One more line written for your story
We can never die
Looking backwards at the time
Celluloid running as a memory
Iron/flesh divide
In the fabric that He tied
Long for wine-ridden robe to store me
Weaken tethered lie
Tying us to severed line
Hardened hearts forming as an army
Shattered broken bones
Once belonging to the unknown
Finally got a name and buried
Sinking in the sea
Boat gets taken by enemies
I dive in, escaping to the bottom
I choke on words of rope weaving into your ears
Eyes looking out from under the torn ends