Mithridates

I’m dying to hold it, your ashen heart Beating its rot into my brain, feed me your disdain Semitones off from each other, despondent lover I held you in dissolving arms Within without, the price of the devout I called your name I sang your praises from the corners of a cell I bore your cross for you while living in your hell Coiled, negotiating the branches of intellect and the cynic in you Pushing the mountains we moved back into our view As the pieces fell in place A feeling hate could not erase I sang your praises from the corners of a cell I bore your cross for you while living in your hell I wore myself down against your walls I tore myself down I wore myself down against your walls, a lone figure within, another without I wore myself down against your walls, a lone figure within, another without I begged for another summer It never came I thought that I’d be safe here You told me we’d be safe here