Flesh those parts quiet along the knife blade
Lyrics that resonate ring alive fade.
Spirals of chlorophyll cover, defy.
While I am living, this hope cannot die.
Edges of pain that has shrieked in my mind
Trembling despair nearly batters me blind.
Things left behind are more precious than breath.
While I can speak, I will not yield to death.
Watching the light for a chance of reprieve
It will all funnel to what I believe.
Time will bring healing, with scars it must give.
While I am dreaming, my dream will still live…