The Stone

<br>I`m ready to go.<br>I`m ready to fall into her black.<br>Oh, how can it stain.<br>Why is her eyes so full of pain.<br><br>Oh, why can`t I bleed like you do.<br>Why can`t I breath like I did.<br>Nothing inside of my heart.<br>Nothing to crave like you have.<br><br>I`m throwing the stone.<br>I`m ready to blend inside her nest.<br>My roam is a cry, <br>I cry that is dark inside its frame.<br>It`s like her lips were made to scream.<br>Oh, why just I can`t see her fear.