taken more than we receive

it breaks my heart when you pour out
all you had behind your sieve
if this wasn't necessary
why didn't you leave?

everything stems from a felt-tipped sorrow
as it breaks through the early morn
beneath the surface
scarlet emptiness

assessing needlessly the tomb
faltering underneath endless unknown
you cling to the seed you've sown
a child to a mother's womb

bridge past the obstacles
facing death

within the steel harlequin
her raging cry of envy
within this past identity
i rediscover who i've been

searching the lamenting skies
to never resurrect
only to connect
with tales spun with stifled cries