I deserve my place,
at this state...

You take back your sin,
what have you done wrong...

The ugliness of your blood
pours into the shallows...

The way you breathe
inside me- you send shivers...

How can my heart be beating,
when I feel so happy...

The tap of a finger,
the vibes of the trigger...

Whenever I try to make things right,
It's impossible to give what is needed...

This is it,
my last...

You will not see me cry,
I know...

I'm not waiting for your apology,
I'm not waiting for your hand...

Patience- I try to tell myself,
but my hands want more...

Violence speaks the hands-
of someone who used to feel...