Whisper something to me so I can hear Your voice
I’m pushing You away, my will be done, it is my choice
You sing to me in inky black with tendrils flailing wildly
Yet I remain in solid stone, no force on earth can move me

Why does it seem that everything is slipping further from me?
I build and build and reaching up my arms cannot reach anything
Give me something, anything
Why is it bleak and barren?
Don’t I deserve the world after building building building building?
You dangle happiness before me yet keep it out of reach
My well is dry and still I try to fill it up I seek and seek and
Nothing lasts except the empty swallowing my soul
But I will rise above this world and I will fill my holes

My heart and soul belong to me
I am my own
My own my own

I am a fire
I eat the world and defecate the shell