If now we've naught, at least say that our all is with those who'd take it

We forged this knot for ourselves, made a bed for throes past. Frigid, charred, exhausted

Blood in the glass, you couldn't watch as I drank it. You birthed the beast that resides here but I crowned it

Forsake perceptions of bruising, who isn't certain that there are craters in me that answer only to burning? With ash in our mouths, I'm seared. And we'll walk not in tandem, you'll ascend lastly and I'll carry the door 'til it's certain we're free