The Wolves

When you were thrown, to the wolves
I tried to save you, but my heart was in repose
And please take with you, this piece of fragile gold
For my jewels they lay here on the altar
Safely hidden from your rapture
When they drove the stake into you
I saw your body it was hollow through and through
And I don't need faith to know that I can still see you
For I died with you in this rapture
Our bodies slain here on the altar
Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better.

When you were small
They wrote lines on the wall
That said you're nothing at all
And the capture of your dreams
And the rapture and the scream
And your body's still next to me.

When you died, everyone knew your name
Your body and face carved out in a deliberate frame
And we all surrendered to this deep impending shame
For we died with you in this rapture, our bodies slain here on the altar.

When you were small
They wrote lines on the wall
That said you're nothing at all
And the capture of your dream
And the rapture and the scream
And your body's still next to me.