Etchings

2002- yeah I had the black hair to go with all the funerary images

I cannot carve this name in stone
The truth within will not allow
Scrape instead on sinew, bone
Before the mind can disavow

By fires of blood it may be lit
Scorched by torches of the soul
Can't cauterize the feelings held
Before pain makes me lose control

No cold veneer of stone for you
It cannot chill the flame of list
Immortalize you within myself
A monument I alone can trust