Where the Lost Things Sleep

You thought you broke them?

Loss is just a clever disguise.

What looked weak was cool.

Fire burns quiet before it fries.

Every goodbye is a spark,

Every cut a loaded gun.

You planted hate in the dark

Now watch it rise with the sun.

No one forgets being buried,

That grave you dug? It's cracked.

What returns is something carried

By vengeance you can’t take back.

You wanted to leave them dying?

Now watch what comes instead.

From ashes that stopped crying.

Blooms a war you should’ve dread.