On the mountain
Blood on my hands
All we found has
Drowned in the sand
I killed him, I know I did
Heard his name and back I slid
Through pride and fear I could not see
Extinguished her eternally
Climbing down, I
Lose my grip
Fall to the ground
Heart and mind split
Now I squander
My existence
On a bottle
Shaped vessel
Days spent sinking
Elevating
Should I stay?
I'm sick of waiting
If you're broken
I still want the pieces
But I'm sick of waiting
And waiting
For what?
Should I continue?