Birthplace And Burial Site

Half drowned in these holes 
We've dug for ourselves 
How far have these days taken us 
We rest on the backs 
Of treaded paths 
And encircle the ghost 
Of used we used 
There's death 
In these cluthed hands 
These words our bricks 
And so we build our fortresses 
The past into our chests 
Let me become whole this time 
And carry warmth 
Instead carry ice in my ribs 
Or bury me now to prove 
I neve set foot from this grave