Fear lies deep but never really sleeps
Fear lies deep but never truly sleeps
The narrative was working
Shedding light and painting peace
And seeming inner travels
Beamed a gratitude's release
But jaw now tight and frozen
From a searcher's quest for love
Endless fishing for an answer
In the other's rotted tub
Hey
Fear lies deep but never truly sleeps
This butterfly is kneeling
Baring blood and pumping soul
Fused tight to grander passions
Crying out for days of old
But sighs now clenched and stunted
From another's chilling gaze
Pointless pressing for an answer
In a stranger's empty praise
A sign of something worn and creeping
Shrapnel cold and slowly leaking
Not outgrown but back to bleeding
Time
A sign of something raw and screeching
Knife burns turned and tearing seeping
Not clear seen but back to needing
Time