Lie with me as I feel the world on my shoulders
As I feel you in my mind and only in spirit
Lost between sea and land
We are coasting in paradise with the waves

Your expectations were to high.
Your wound had a scab torn off by the unbearable truth.
A wounded animal like my wounded conscious mind. 
The injury gone but the threat and fear still aware.

A bee notices nothing of the beauty the flower it tends.
It has not mended
What it can offer ... What it can bring
The life it can save or take
A flower notices everything of the bee that lands.

The wound isn't there anymore.
The more you fought and the more you've lost. Succomb to the war it is nothing but matter now.
As it always have been.
It's everywhere now..
On you .... In you .... It is you.
You are a wound only to be discovered as a scab. Picked and naked to vulnerability that lies within.