You are clay put into a furnace before it is complete
You are the air pocket, destroying all that is beautiful around you in a single blow
You come out with no changes
You were always hideous
But you change everyone to look just like you
You break our love
You break our gentle sculpting
You recreate us to have your harsh edges
Bringing red to the world
You take everything I love and you destroy it
And now
You return
I break the surface tension and my wind is gone
I can't breathe
I can't see
It's black
Everything that is dark surrounds me, and I sink
And sink
And sink
Deeper
Deeper
Deeper
Still
I can't find the surface
You'd sooner see me drown than admit you lied
That you played me for your own gain
That you hurt the ones I love
For what?
For you to return, playing innocent
I won't buy it
Pack up your shop
I don't need clay; my city is built on stone.