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
tell me what is the story of icarus
did we fly too close to the sun
we have brought this upon ourselves.