It's an honest deceptionΒ That swallows us whole - Calling us to ground With stilled hand and grieving bone, And in the sun, Blue eyes split with gold - In firefight, Framed by pitch and madness. Your smooth, curving vines Burn in beats of quiet, Galaxies between your words. Call me nothing But a name that pleases - Blood, anguish, hero - I'm not the savior you need - Only the one you've got. Worn scar-thin - The exact momentΒ I'm dragged down and redeemed, We choose our breath As a world looks on in silence.