The Wolves - Emily Jane White

When you were thrown, to the wolves

I tried to save you, but my heart was in repose

And please take with you, this piece of fragile gold

For my jewels they lay here on the altar

Safely hidden from your rapture

When they drove the stake into you

I saw your body it was hollow through and through

And I don’t need faith to know that I can still see you

For I died with you in this rapture

Our bodies slain here on the altar

Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better

When you were small

They wrote lines on the wall

That said you’re nothing at all

And the capture of your dreams

And the rapture and the scream

And your body’s still next to me

When you died, everyone knew your name

Your body and face carved out in a deliberate frame

And we all surrendered to this deep impending shame

For we died with you in this rapture, our bodies slain here on the altar

When you were small

They wrote lines on the wall

That said you’re nothing at all

And the capture of your dream

And the rapture and the scream

And your body’s still next to me