An echo gnaws within marrowed stone, ‎Where silence seeds what was once my own. ‎The tether frays though the weight remains, ‎A kingdom buried in bloodied veins. ‎ ‎I cradle ruins the dusk disowns, ‎An altar built out of severed tones. ‎The soil forgets though my pulse still pleads, ‎A grave that blossoms with phantom needs. ‎ ‎Inward I drag the uncarried ground, ‎Its ghost respires though it makes no sound. ‎A husk of shelter dissolved in air, ‎Yet I am shackled to what was there. ‎ ‎So let the ache be my endless breath, ‎A wound enthroned in the shape of death. ‎I hold a place that dissolves through me, ‎An ache uncarried eternally. ‎