I scream to notice my fingers numbing more and more 
Losing my pulse, holding my breath 
Saving its allowance to purchase one last hope 
It's funny how fragile life gets, contained in glass 
Waiting for salvation to come, one letter at a time 
Forming redemption with ink and a feather 
How many times must these wrists be severed 
To bleed out all the tired blood 
 
Hold my words, dust my page 
Trace the ink strokes enraged 
Carving out liberation, with pencil lead 
Tones in flesh fed, lips to savor all truth, all pain 
The madness endeavor 
 
Not wanting to mix words 
I separate my intentions by etching syllables in wood 
Breaking down motives keeping store, what for? 
Writing verse in rhythm, meter with premise 
Currents forging cracks in smiles 
Too precise to recognize 
 
Knowing it's too late to reconsider my failing position 
I succumb, unthreading the tide to be overcome 
By this oncoming, unstopping mass 
 
Hold my words, dust my page 
Trace the ink strokes enraged 
Carving out liberation, with pencil lead 
Tones in flesh fed, lips to savor all truth, all pain 
The madness endeavor