A Serpent's Hand - Coming To

My empathy will surely be,
My Achilles' heel and the death of me.
Distance and seasons cannot displace,
A grief that transcends time and space.

Hundreds and thousands of miles away—
I am a beacon for Your misery.
I felt it from across the seas,
The only link between You and me.

A decade since I've seen your face,
Since your lips have mouthed my name
Do you remember how it tastes?
It doesn't matter you aren't anything.

It's why I still look for You on crowded streets,
like the universe is speaking to or punishing me.
I shunned fate and destiny.
I turned my back on what's meant to be.

-I am coming to
I won't ask and poke your wounds.
But if it helps I hope
That you are set free.

My empathy will surely be,
My Achilles' heel and the death of me.
Distance and seasons cannot displace,
A grief that transcends time and space.

Hundreds and thousands of miles away—
I am a beacon for Your misery.
I felt it from across the seas,
The only link between You and me.

A decade since I've seen your face,
Since your lips have mouthed my name
Do you remember how it tastes?
It doesn't matter you aren't anything.

It's why I still look for You on crowded streets,
like the universe is speaking to or punishing me.
I shunned fate and destiny.
I turned my back on what's meant to be.

-I am coming to
I won't ask and poke your wounds.
But if it helps I hope
That you are set free.

A decade since I've seen your face,
Since your lips have mouthed my name
Do you remember how it tastes?
It doesn't matter you aren't anything.

It's why I still look for You on crowded streets,
like the universe is speaking to or punishing me.
I shunned fate and destiny.
I turned my back on what's meant to be.

Lost in a see of nothing
Looking for something abating
It's not worth it in the end
When I am asked to commend

-I am coming to
I won't ask and poke your wounds.
But if it helps I hope
That you are set free.

That these ghosts are only meant for me.
See my beacon and send your pain to me.
Let my empathy be the death of me.

Coming To!

Arf! Arf!

My empathy will surely be,
My Achilles' heel and the death of me.
Distance and seasons cannot displace,
A grief that transcends time and space.

Hundreds and thousands of miles away—
I am a beacon for Your misery.
I felt it from across the seas,
The only link between You and me.

A decade since I've seen your face,
Since your lips have mouthed my name
Do you remember how it tastes?
It doesn't matter you aren't anything.

You have nothing left for me
I have taken everything i need
I am on my own for now
I am coming to