We found a cold
Dissonant harmony
Like golden Church bells
Funeral March morning
I feel the weight
Of your holy ghost again
I learned to talk
Through the wood
But now you're bloodstains
Tips of my knuckles
A constant dull pain
Behind my eye muscles
Malleable soul
That bends with each bruising
Static that sings you to sleep
I learned to love
Like all great losses start
Cosmonaut painter
My head space is your art
Malleable soul
That bends with each bleeding
Static that cuts
You awake