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I trudge up river knee deep in tears and blood flowing from eyes too far open catching debris of shattered lives. Fingers tear at filth encrusting open wounds. Infected again. A heart laying weakly hoping a warm touch can bring it's beat to a normal pace again. Wings outspread to catch wind and fly but only blocking light to freeze a mind once brilliant with hope. Bring me to my knees so I might be ready to worship a saviour of the senses. Make me feel. Make me want again. I am yours to tear apart, my chest is wide open. Shatter bone and coat your hands in life discarded to bathe me in redemption in your eyes. I am yours.