The Host

You can't possibly leave me if you were never really here at all
though I am grown now you always make me feel so small

A lost child in search of happiness that it seems will never come
a foreigner in a strange land never knowing where I'm from

The blood we share runs lonely underneath this paper skin
where your sorrow's refuse to end mine were born to begin

The memories and heartache burn hot and fast like wildfire
like embers in my heart that continuously smolder and never expire

The mirror reflects pieces of you, a face with a broken smile
these eyes spill so many tears yet not many of them worthwhile

Born into this sin, heavy crosses to bare
like breathing in a sand storm never finding the air

Breathless and tired falling down on bloody knees
kicking and screaming, a screen door caught in a sudden, violent breeze

Wandering in a graveyard awaiting kinship with a ghost
an unwanted guest I have offended the host

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