It's 3 am
The air is dark
And I can see the outline of the desk in front of me
It's pitch black around me
And all that crosses my mind are those swirling brown eyes.

I'm worried about you
I don't know why
My phone is off
The power's out and there is no way I can hear your unwavering voice

My mind drifts to the music of your vocal chords
The passionate sound you make as they vibrate
Your voice
The comfort of my heart
My sanity.
I remember how I could listen to you for hours
And you could say absolutely anything. And I'd be absolutely besotted with your voice
You see, you speak with so much passion. No matter what you speak about

I love how you believe in passion.
You believe in it with all your heart

But, I haven't spoken to you in a while now
I miss you. I really do
And I've put my heart on the line
I've given you the power to crush it
To either burn it.
Or pull me out of the ashes I'm breathing in

I've been hurt
I've been burnt
I've been crushed

And I give you my heart, dear
Take it
And run

This is my lament song for you, dear
My sad little song
I will give you a blunt knife with my beating heart
You can either sharpen that knife and allow the blood to spill from its quivering death
Or
And perhaps you will think dumbly of me for having so much hope
Cherish this filthy, gullible heart
And sharpen that knife,
Yes, sharpen it
Carve into my wounds
Dissect my heart
See every cut and scrape
Carve into my wounds
Make it yours
Make it your artwork, dear
Make her into Your Warrior

I've given you so much power
And I believe that it will be the ***** in my armor
this carved beauty
Either she will crack
Or she will be reformed
Into His Work of Art

It is three in the morning
And I intend to sleep
So sweet dreams, my love
And allow this heart to beat.