Shine on my body
Broken from fear
Mend my wounds
Bear down on me
I shall not atone for my sins
You can make life a little more bearable

The soul isn't comprehended yet acknowledged
We cannot see yet we believe
It feels strange
It feels right
I want to feel right
Not sure of my place
Yet comfortable where I am

Fortunate
**** it
Unravel thy inner being
Bone be splintered inside the skin
Never dead
Just living in contempt
Isn't it the same?

The clavicle of my thought
Corroding my innerds as though knowing me
Amputations avast my yearning body
Smother me with remorse
Burn thy soul with your ecombered hands
Take the life which was given to me without my consent
Undeserving to be in such place
The music notes of life
A wide spread torrent
Downpour on those who do not believe
Those who shan't believe
Those
Those are free
Jagged pulse
Viens caked
Flow has softened
Work has stopped

Embrace change
Yet do not be taken by it
Stand firm in your ways even though you know it is futile

Vigorous teeth
Healthy unforgiving love
The quake of reproach on this pike
Rippling of the fabric
Gouging sensations
Blissful reverie
Swarm

Wicker
So frail
Yet so strong in its own element
Longing for that