There is this thing about you,
Can not exactly put a name to it
Some thing that has drawn me close,
I am afraid of the consequences
If this all poured out,
Could it become,
Something that would have never been?

I do not crave this chase anymore,
only it's prize.

There is so much exhaustion in every breath
I do not know how much more these lungs can take
The windows remain open, ready to let the world on in
I've been sleeping for years now, deep in this soil
The roots invaded my chest, stole my lifeblood
Grew a rosebush in my wake,
Set ablaze the thorns, burning now more than ever,
What a world this is

Who is your god?
How can I make you cry out Amen?
In the most sinful exhale