Tell me what do your silent eyes see
Does the horror fade to melancholy
As the time passes by

Does the sting remain an open slash
Can emotions flow never soothe
The pieces ripped from you

Life is cruel in the face of innocence
Never stops to see it's ignorance

Tug tight hold what you have
Comfort comes better by half

As long as the spark divine is encased in mortal flesh it cannot speak in absolutes, to assume to know the will of the infinite in finite terms is the most destructive force at work in the world today. However, to know your own truth in relative (relate to life) terms, and enact that truth is not only the right of the individual, it is their responsibility.

When this meat machine finally lets go
Is death's kiss friend, or is it foe?
....is there peace to be made with our maker?

You tell yourself you've a taste for it
That it's something that you like
Find yourself you're wrapped in it
Paper chained to a lead weight
Keeps you from ever surfacing
Property of the invisible state
of which you alone are sovereign

I am what I am because I know no other way
I own what I am because mine own hand alone holds sway