Your tears are like fallen rose petals

Gathering at my feet to cleanse away suffering.

My icy doors have opened up to the sunlight

That melts this tormented body.

Fever builds inside my tomb,

Causing vapors to seep through lonely cracks in the earth.

How can my beast of burden withstand the pressures

Of strain, when the angry sky continues to burn?

I feed it with grains of salt to nourish its hungry soul,

And shower its spirit.

I gather up its ivory tusks, and march into the gallows

To wait for the hangman to strike my flesh.

I follow you into streams of light by gathering up

My fading memories, and let my seeds of sorrow

Drizzle unto your throne, my Almighty King.