The chill of the night rolls over me
Baptizing me in the weight of my world
At night time I see the wounds resurface
As if summoned by the pressure that surround me
Accomplices along with my captor
You are healed but yet they burn like the first
They chastise and wail a hollowed song
“Ruin, failure, heathen, impurity”
Shifting in the mirror I looked at myself
Enraged… “I want to hurt those that have hurt you”
But in the seat of my mind I know that that would not be your justice
With adoration and compassion I swaddle myself
I trace the partner that has withstood it all
Quieting the maelstrom within my mind
Consume that which once consumed me
Wiping my tears and knowing… I have tried
