Knuckles bruised

God has given me a mind
spared the trivialities
black and white i find
the most gruesome of finalities

but blessed i could be
if a gift could only be utilized
but love has blinded me
and brilliance has been compromised

so what of this foolish token
placed in the palm of my hand
beguilingly bespoken
on legs that do not stand

the meaning of this quest
only now do i understand
to put my heart at rest
i lay forsaken by my fatherland

my skin is ripped off rotting flesh
and stitched into a sail
glory renewed i shall start a-fresh
into the biting hail

with bones on board and bodies dead
my broken knuckles bruised
your words of love run through my head
meet me halfway. I'll come for you.