Salt of Stones

Senseless steps taken blindly in agony 
  Grasping for something for air for purity 
  Words just hanging there like a hook missing bait 
  I have no pigment to define this shape 

  The notes of decay 
  Learned from the mouth of violence 
  I sang them everyday 
  Till I became a silence 
  I say that I am okay 
  Cut edges and pretend 
  That I have a heart that I can mend 

  The hands that used to be a part of me 
  Were tortured by my demon's destructive needs 
  From pieces of ruin I will deploy 
  I'll construct a pretty temple to destroy