Don't you dare bury me, for my soul rests here.

In the shadowed, weak vessel;

It tries to save

It longs to be saved.

It floats in these endless seas of regret.

Blood is the wind that catches in my sail.

Entangling us from drifting together,

Enclosing me in a wave of want;

Oh how I covet your silence.

Don't you dare bury me, for my soul weeps here.

Protector, oh protector,

Why have you turned on me?

In a cage of broken time,

Clocks' erroneous ticking

Mocks me, reviles me,

Their fixation will not supress.

Oh love, you think I do not understand betrayal?

I do, I do,

For it was you

Who showed me how to splinter.

You've struck our tree with the worst of storms;

And all that is left is the framing bark, faking its completion.

Don't you dare bury me, for my soul bays here.

It cries

It breaks 

It touches every mistake.

Trying to avail its sanity,

I beg my loving desecrater

To end this awful reign.

But the blame cannot be found

For she hasn't looked inside herself.

Instead the killer insists the victim shouldn't complain.

To you, a thousand hours can pass in a night.

She should get over what has happened;

These knives, these names, these bruises; everything that has been done.

Because when you corrupt a beehive, it's your fault when you mature to be stung.

I am broken pottery

The disruption of Christianity;

It is me.

Don't you dare bury me, for my soul dreams here.

Shhh, don't make a sound,

For these afflictions and calamities cannot be left out in the open.

It itself is arcane and clouded.

People cannot know what has been done.