Killing the me in me
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 machines
The human 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 obliges and has words with me
It comes in love, it comes with gentle hands, it disinfects the sting for me
It comes in love
It disinfects the sting for me
This can only be the going under
This can only be killing the me in me
The hole is filled without the ring
Instead a kiss, a kiss from the sun, to try again
–Embodyment, “Killing The Me In Me”–