I'm on my knees once again,
Not to disrupt you,
Not you insult you,
But to honestly plead,
Could you please save me?

Strip me of my pride,
My disbelief.
Help me carry on through blades,
Far away from self-deprecation.
I implore,
I need your breath to keep me going furthermore.

I'm bleeding from the scars now,
Hiding from the sun,
Turning towards the moon,
the east,
the west.

I don't know anymore,
But I need your hands in begging harmony,
next to mine.
Don't leave me alone,
I crave your touch,
As I grow weak and unanswered.

I sit up,
to disrupt,
my constant state of mind,
Beseech your bleeding wings,
Save me.