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