(OLD) "Ssssserpentile, the Brave"

With the threat of a grave we folded our bodies like paper.
One hundred bones breaking
each time we tried to show the world what a mountain looks like.

And remember we were walking and we saw a bridge
that had been torn down to build one up stronger,
or add to the city's degree of pride
in their material accomplishments,
I promise you this is nothing like that.
Eden,
she has escaped a stare,
and the tendency of eyes to glare into her direction.
Dissemblance,
an empty heart should not be wasted.
But the places we've thrown ourselves
have been rough ground
where not even the lies grow as time continues.
Dissemblance,
I looked for you in a Birch wood forest,
but couldn't find you among the white.
It used to be the only color I would look for you,
since I couldn't picture you in anything,
besides a wedding dress,
or standing anywhere,
except behind a picket fence,
kind of leaning on it.
But now I look for the color of blood,
and that bridge we saw,
well you're more likely to be leaning on something like that.
Dissemblance.