Line after line after line I'm writing a poem that has nothing to do with the truth Just like colors that I've randomly put on the canvas before I don't know if I'm honest I don't know if there's a million stars in the sky Waiting for me to take place Among those who've been claimed I belong in the darkness I belong in this beautiful absence of light I'm black serpent I'm a wanderer faceless and dead So I stand there with the torch in my hand As the wind sings his last serenade This is his farewell This is me blazing I let the fire spread And watch the flames erase everything So that no one knows that I'm made of broken bones