Loss

Return my call
Your voicemail cannot sustain me
Speak just a little bit longer
For in your presence I cannot be
Flawed though this love is
You cannot fault its honesty

Speak to me
Though you have nothing to say
Is the heat we share in proximity
The only toy with which you play
Weather, traffic, cell phone static
Anything, anything, just stay

Turnaround
I am dying in my grief
I've given all you asked for
I've shed my bark, shed every leaf
I've given all to sate your senses
I've let go of every belief

Destroy me
There is no more to spill
For love I gave my all away
In trust of an elusive ideal
Reason, shame, honor and sorrow
Will wash this earth by your steel