Cut Me Down
Gifted time dwelling in your voice
such expression cramps my cheeks puffing
stretching these ears cower behind my neck
please fight sleep my dear bliss
I'm sick express and cure me pure in soul
for Im tainted disassembled dry and hopeless
so many years and now refuge slowly bleeding fear
my love I fear such paradise
advise my soul for its tomb is resilient
crested with hellish sorrow
crucifixion nails dot my vitals
I saved them in hopes of redemption
(be it love or lack there of) purify by swings
or sanctify by tugs
freedom shall bless me either way.
By spine stealer 2
© 2010 spine stealer 2
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