Into bones of midnight come systems uncalculated.

My somethings piling up, filling my cup, abruptly,

overflowing over and over again.
—
Tearing heart out, and leaving it there,
dreaming with doors wide open.

Hands pleading but do they provide, are there prices to pay for ultimate sacrifices,

another day transpired, or week old violence?
—
Quiet my safety, my witness. One foot in taking a further step, eyes on the edge.

I melt as I glow and I'm willing to pledge
for that.