Melt

Melt this mutable heart and change its shape,
How I wish this soul could hate
How I yearn for this curse to break.

This body is just a vessel
This life is just a scene.
Wavering thoughts, I wrestle
The simple act of being.

I am blind to the sun
Yet the sun makes me see
Everything that was and could come to be.
The splintered door is locked, though used
This mind is pure yet oh so abused.

This feeling has no name,
The burning in my core.
Does my fate have no shame?
I don’t want these visions anymore.

Melt this glass heart and make a shape,
How much of this soul do I hate?
How much of this curse will ever break?