Almost to the ceiling

Carve a name

In the back of my hand

To slow me back down

Caught in my mouth

It's stirring

My leaders

Till it aches

Where the call meets the damned

To slow me back down

Caught in that sound

Sense light

Fleeting in between our rooms

Lost then back now

When you really start

Thinking about how I could

Render my new heart

Still motionless

Your talent rises

Your talent rises