Looking For Lazarus

Reaching for you was always down

Through layers of dejected dirt,
My muddy fingernails dig into
your dusty dreams, to salvage
them from the death encroaching
upon the fringes of your world.  
Looking for Lazarus, but finding
Judas at my back. An empty
sepulcher of salty sufferings
is my only inheritance.  You
pass them to me as you turn away
and leave me in the tainted
terrain where you no longer seek
resurrection.  

A white, white world is all around
A dirty, dirty girl is what I found
Beyond the layers of you.
Smudges that will not erase
Remain behind on your face
And cover this insidious place,
Where now I must try to find
love.