I fear the black corners
That which lurks in the dust
The product of our shed
Gone lifeless
And settled from this air
Our breathing a movement
Musical weaving of fate
There was no wrong done here
All of it reasonable
There was no love there
All of it sacrificial
And now to pay again
I've only blood left
Do I spill it
A last breath
Coaxing flotsam from the waste
Or do I shine light
And rise above
Once again
Because I am good
And so much the better
Than and without you
