Feel it in my bosom
Deep interred in my chest...

Tears stream down my face
Their toxicity in hand...

As a child
I always prayed...

I love you dearly
Yet i'm so confused...

My mark of perfection
Speaks in slits on my wrists...

I marvel
As i see the bumps...

Through all the lies we wade through
How do we know we even exist...

You took my breath away
And held it in your hand...

You created an image from dirt and twigs,
Molded yourself into frankincense, gold, and figs...

Look down at my friend so sweetly
Through tears of burning sin...

What i wouldn't give
To feel alive...

It's hard to be thrusted into light
When you're predisposed to dark...