Killing The Me In Me

give a word of fragile optimism that this will be okay

bore down on gluttonous hands, regurgitated thoughts from my heart

this can only be the going under

this can only be killing the me in me

push and pull like the machines

the humans anthems are dying in me

i don't think a soul knows compromise like a soul mate

it sleeps with me

in my flesh i ask for a personal bleeding

the holy ghost has word with me

it comes in love, it comes with gentle hands that disinfect the sting for me

a whole is filled without the ring

instead a kiss, a kiss from the sun to try again