don't you know that
your light compliments my dark?
and everything and all that
we encounter transforms into something not as stark?

the lights on the highway
pass me by like broken souls.
on my way to you
i know you'll fill my empty bowl.

hieroglyphics and strange markings
up and down your body.
i can't make them go away
but i can make it so you won't see
them as something that's harmed you.