His Love

(This place is far too real, though it seems so surreal.)

I hear

Smothering cries of a living hell

And

This musky mist choking cries to such avail

I can see

What my hands reveal

Shaken at one glance of what they conceal.

All this fury

Meant to be torn and shredded?

I know

That my flesh is born to rot

And

These binds are wound up way to tight I can't breathe

I know

I am already too low

To kneel and plead

And

I'm already in too deep

There's no turning back…

(I'm tired of my cruel dreams acting kind

And

I'm not ready to give up on what I don't have

This place.. Is far too real and it seems so surreal…

I think I've been swept up in his love for way too long…)