What I Am


Ashes and honey, roses and bone

These are the words on my headstone

In the grave I dug for myself the day I met you

And I can pretend that I am whole when I am fed your sticky sweet lies

And I can imagine that this is what love is when you hand me blood red roses

But I cannot ignore the thorns for long when they prick me so

So the acid collects in my stomach as I swallow your words

And it burns, burns, burns me down to my bones

I contain an inferno so immense it lays waste to all it touches

And I am ashes from within

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

And so I will be laid to rest

Ashes and honey, roses and bone



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