Body in a Box

I moved a forest with a match 

I've talked to ghosts of my past 

I've seen people made of wax 

I only know sorrow when I laugh 

Pestilence will keep me going 

Long enough to see me choking 

To reminisce of days gone 

Place my body in a box 

Burn a lantern when I'm hauled 

Too much confliction to bear alone 

I am sand, you are stone. 

I am glass, I am gone. 

You are winter, you are a throne 

Bludgeoned into bone... 

Chartreuse scarring a weakened tongue 

A sharpened message to whom and from? 

A man of nothing, and no one. 

Damn the bullet, damn the gun. 

One-click left to taste the warm.