Suture

It’s 3 am I’m naked & naive Undressed by shadows Jetsam of scuttled me I can feel their fingers Howling down my back Lightning crashes Whispers Your window cracked Pull me in Cast me out Bleed the truth Suture my mouth If hope is dead Then grieve with me Caress their silence Now we’re free Do you see my face Sewn by jagged night My burdened brow Scorn’s lurid light Reaching for perfection In this world we bend Am I really Their means to my end Pull me in Cast me out Bleed the truth Suture my mouth If hope is dead Then grieve with me Caress their silence Now we’re free I have no sword But my pen is spry Cut me down These words will rise Hold my heartbeat Breathe my last breath Are you my savior Am I your friend Passion and persuasion Nothing I hate is Life is love Your faith my payment