Cauterize

• As I Lay Dying
• Awakened

The Truth of my heart

is like a repressed tale

A censored and silenced story

Repression or restraint

It is a delicate balance

Between bleeding out what

will make me drown

And closing in what I cannot afford to spill

Either way, I must cauterize, cauterize the open wound

I’m caught between the feeling

Of being pulled apart

or stuffed into a cell

or stuffed into a cell

And if these are the only options

This will be always be hell

Never ending

Though I still may be breathing

There is no quality of life

So I choose to risk it all for you

For you to be by my side

A crowd is easy to deceive

But now I am a patient on the table

I’ll give you the knife

Cut away as you see fit

Just promise me the patience

To wait for me to heal

I’m caught between the feeling

Of being pulled apart

Or stuffed into a cell

Or stuffed into a cell

Or stuffed into a cell