Cold

I’m no longer to blame,

My cut cord will mend

As I rise from their fists

–

And I’ll have no guide

To revere and chase

As when their world was vast

And far from collapse

–

Still, I’ll crash land

Every now and then

Giving back their lost breath

When our colossal silence

Grows too wide

–

But I’ll no longer bear

The weight of their fears

The long lineage of curses

Born in rage