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 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

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