In the broken bones
Of my fallen self
I can see
My past lives upon the shelf

Crooked lines trace along my skin
Telling me of scars held within
Another wound found chasing whim
My candle flickers in a world so dim
Call me won't you? Name me friend
I'm wanting something to believe in

Oh I
Could be much more
Than shattered glass along the floor
Something in me is at the door
Knocking gently at my core

A song in the garden
A flower on the roof
Begging pardon
Trampled under hoof
Dripping blood of the one
The last shred of proof
That I would ever harden
From trials in my youth

Now
In the puddle of me
I drown
Settle into a joke
I was always just a clown
Never taken serious
Chased out of every town
But that's me
My tears have never made a sound
Watch me trick
Leap my fears with a single bound

Nothing holds me
No one tries
You don't know me
From all the lies
People here say
I'm ment for the flies
But all that hearsay
Slowly dies

Because mud always looked good in my teeth
I've found my comfort living underneath
Blood in my lungs you'd think I couldn't breathe
I stand a temple of my own bequeath
Decorate my door with failures turned to wreath
Don't underestimate a woman born in the heath
The wilds have tamed me and I bare no seeth

I am chosen
By myself
I am holy
Don't need your help
I can make it
I'll find my own wealth

© Artemis' Arrow