In this space I call my own
I’ve buried dreams 6 inches deep
Reaped the pain I have sown
Swallowed tears I’ll never weep
Do you see that in my hands
I hold all which you rejected
Washed them where cool blood ran
Anoint them with hurt so sacred

I’ll hide you from them all
My crown of thorns, the dirt I wore
Let you watch them fall
Whilst I hang on the cross I bore

In this garden of forgotten hopes
My wounds fester in amber boils
I lie bound in flaxen ropes
As my sweat seeps & salts the soil
Awaiting the scarlet morn
Even whilst a battle wages
Around my heart, strings are drawn
A demon’s urges, an angel’s rage

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