There are no wires or gloved hands here

I've cast off the fragmented shadows

The old script burns, flames bright and clear

Against the dark and stormy hollows


The bullet's mask, the numbing rain

I've slipped out of night's rolling storm

Leaving the dark moon to wane

I've found the rosy halo of morn


There are no wires or gloved hands here

I've cast off the fragmented shadows

My heart has found a true radiance,

Our pulses share the same cadence


The ink is fresh, pouring from my lips

No more cold lines, but sweet-thoughts' print

Sleeping murmur in my fingertips

Unreachable dreams away I've sent


There are no wires or gloved hands here

I've cast off the fragmented shadows

The sunbeams in my veins sear

A bliss unknown into soul's hallows


Will the light shine through the days?

Will the beams puncture the haze?

Will the rays fade into dark?

Or will luminescence hold their gaze?


There are no wires or gloved hands here

I've cast off the fragmented shadows

The old script burns, flames bright and clear

Against the dark and stormy hollows


I have unstitched my scars for you.