Leech

Flower of your face
I broke in simple sentence
I don't speak
Bleed my plastic pen
With all this empty anger
That's eating
Fumble for my faith
I've lost in chapel sorrows
I don't seek
Sudden sins apply
They only suck the silence
From in me

He caresses this out of me
Without ever knowing
I've got Gods in head that bleed
With the sound of your sigh
I'm left leeching this life
For the power to be imperfectly clean

Saved they often say
From what I always wondered?
And I'm waiting
Cut the canon clean
From all the thoughts I'm thinking
And feeling