Embodiment of Grief

Rusted nails breach bone in pursuit of crosses lost
Robbed of purpose, I remain the embodiment of grief
Bereavement will bind, burdening a course coerced
Sprinting through spreading flames longing to burn
All hope came to a halt as your saviour hung their head
All hope came to a halt as you passed through tempered glass
Over razors I crawled on caving knees pleading for your protection
"It should have been me."
You brought my will to live with you to your grave