Angels break the bread
and give me to you
I am slowly drawn out
of my gaping wound
Pretension surrounds me
as they call out my name
You lift up the roses
and toss them away
Black stone
Bleakest red
Barely breathing
Bound and branded by your words
You take me out
then pull me in again
The stars begin to fade now - you look different now
more real to me - like it is in the end.