Black Clouds

My God my God.
I clench my teeth.
Waiting for your grace to shine through these blackened clouds leanding teh way.
Leading the way.
And I will follow you.
My God, my God shelter us.
My God my God, I wear this world like a gash to the cehst and lines on my wrist.
It bleeds me...
I saw a man leave the city with the world on his shoulders.
He looked me in the eyes and I knew he's not coming back.
We march to our own funerals.
I will lfollow you always.
It bleeds me dry.
I've been wearing my organs on the outside.
I saw a man leave teh city with the weight of the world on his shoulders.
He looked me in the eyes and I knew he's not coming back.
Take what I am.
Take my life.
And you, I will follow.