I thought to outrun my grief but it was

still there when I turned around

turning me to salt again

the ruins behind me are encroaching

despair spreads like a contagion

in this waste land where there was

a city once, ghost town of my heart.

blood of my eyes, I worship at your feet

tell me what to do.  break me, I am broken.

command me, I am nameless and seeking

absolution.

tell me what is the story of icarus

did we fly too close to the sun

surely,

we have brought this upon ourselves.