The Butcher

Let me see your yesterdays all draped in black Hidden from the sunlight and deaf to your own song. Let me see your wounds and how they bleed Secreting poison into your veins. Let me hold your broken dreams And I will ease them with gentler hands. My love is a salve that cools the heat And then turns it back into something you can love. Your demons hold no sway with me And I can erase them as if from a slate. They are more afraid of me than you know. And I will always hear your cries And I will always tend your torn spirit.