Something other than the common fate
Time, it stops at the iron gate
The breeze gushes through the pores of skin
Reveals our bones the cause of sin

Draped in a cloak of white
Until we reap the darkest light
The aftermath of truth and lies
Leaves us with rust inside

We peak with eyes of intent
Hoping for the sweetest scent
Stillness above and below
Except pulses of stiff marrow

Starving bones consumed by sorrow
Know the dying hope of a better tomorrow  
Backing away from the iron gate
Filled with grief with love, with hate

How quick a touch can ruin us
Cold and dry and with no trust
Slanted metal and crippled glass
Seeping through our soulless caress

Wounds unhealed seek revenge
For a love that will not be avenged
Picking up pieces to fill the void
A breath of interaction destroyed

We cannot speak
For in our bones lies our sin
They know we cannot go in
Regardless, we meet the common fate
Yearning, to return to the iron gate.