i saw a tree that had toppled over from the stormnnit reminded me of usnnso i dragged it home and built a boat out of itnnnow i sail on open waternnset a course for the tempest sweeping westboundnntowards lands that i have yet to venture nearnnnnthey crossed the line from fear to desirennthey tied you up and rannnnow you're chained to a chair in a foreign countrynnand you told me in a postcardnnsent to me from the seventh circle of hellnnwhere they prod your back with pitchforks and knivesnnnni could attempt to stare into your red eyesnnand if i turn to stonennsculpt me into the image of a perfect boynnanimate me with a small kissnnthe one that i've been longing for since the second i met younnthat brings me to life, so disapointednnnnyou shed your skin after sleeping off the daynndo your memories follow suit?nnbecause you told me that you'd never felt this bad andnnthat is why i cannot love younnleave me in the dark with a lonesome heartnnand a light that i will turn on when you leave