It\'s an honest deception
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 moment
I\'m dragged down and redeemed,
We choose our breath
As a world looks on in silence.