The Reconciliation of Ascension - Word As A Virus

healing stitches when i just want to lay in my bed
and be comforted by the delicate touch of insomnia
conjoined with this cancer
we are one
i beg the son to ease this
i bear the scars of this
but i will suffer this. to be closer to you
this test
artificial lights shine on me
before i breathe anesthesia
in my room, the lady in the radiator sings me songs
i ask her, if you sing to me, will you become human
answers escape through your fingertips
as you shut the door behind you
now we can live

view 2,741 times

comments