Knives

Warm like blood
And tastes like wine
I still feel You in here
I still live inside Your eyes;
Half the world is letting
Back when I found Your arms
And my lonely cut up body
I could not go on
Everything was dead
Or couldn’t fight
Letters to You, I read
In my awful sleep
Skies turn gold
I hear thunder creep
And it cuts like knives
And I will always return to You
'cause in a way I belong to You
Sorry if I don’t learn from my losses
Everyone is dead;
And I can’t think of how we got in here
Choked up and angry with my struggle
I’m not the farthest from You
I’m not the closest to Your honor
You let me save myself
You let the wind breathe
Down my neck
I regret and regret
'till there’s nothing left
There were patterns
There were shapes in the form
Of a loss