Charon The Stone

I m ready to go. I m ready to fall into her black. Oh, how can it stain. Why is her eyes so full of pain. Oh, why can t I bleed like you do. Why can t I breath like I did. Nothing inside of my heart. Nothing to crave like you have. I m throwing the stone. I m ready to blend inside her nest. My roam is a cry, I cry that is dark inside its frame. It s like her lips were made to scream. Oh, why just I can t see her fear.