"Descent"

Another failure, another fall.

So I guess I'll hide under a rock.

Guess I'll ignore you when you come to knock.

This is what I've a knack for, pressing my back against the wall

Why would you, how can you, take me back?

That I can't understand.

And the nail wound in your hand.

All to guide me, hold me, save me, all despite my lack.

And there's a way, a truth, a life?

Hope for this flesh sealed away,

Lost amidst centuries of rot and decay?

Yes. Truth is solid and at night's end I have hope on the edge of this knife.