In my mind I see,
His eyes
Golden eyes.

And I hear a word,

Worthy.

In my mind I see,
His smile
Perfect smile.

And I hear that word,

Worthy.

I hear it in the whispers.
In each syllable of worship.
I hear it in the darkness.
In each tear as they
       fall
            still fall.

But it's there.
His voice.
Ever calling.

      Worthy, he says.
                    You are worthy,
                    My child.
      Worthy.

Baby I've got an arsenic bite and killer stare
There's a lock for my heart and a storm for a mind
And my soul is a hazy crazy surprise

But just wait it out
And maybe you'll find
Your gentle hands intertwined with my fists
And your supple skin against my thorns
And your heaven enveloping my hell

You'll see what no one else could find
And you'll listen to what no one else could hear
And you'll say what no one else had words for

And you'll maybe...
...hopefully
...someday
Want me

Because Baby you made me soft and I can't
let you go