When It Begins

When you try to turn it with your bone riddled fingers
And your soiled attitude
It slips away as you curse your course of action

Where will we turn it
Finding a way to hold on to
Sliding emotions, cannot hold this for you
Keeping me warm and empty
A space to fight on to

Will I return from you?
Will a new soul materialize when its due?
Will I yearn for you?

Where am I?
Do the pyramids have crystal peaks?
Crashing thought and sleep

The dawn feels warm
Fading the night
Forging fright
Where am I?

This day will begin again
Turn it with your bone riddled fingers