Let\'s see what this tired eyes can conjure up
Tailor made were the words I must wear
They were handpicked by a close friend so I know they\'d fit
Scared was I, because I know the creases cut
Opening every layer of my skin until the broken plume is unkennelled
Unkennelled but not straightened
But projects wonders from an empty barrel
And for the first time, I\'d read out the details under my fingernails
And watch as the patch of light breathe
As they shake my hands to intercede:
\"You wield fear, not assuage it\"
The truth suits, so I must w
ear it