Text: Nights Like These. Sunlight At Secondhand. Heart Of The Wound.

Feel into me
deep in the heart of the wound
relative beings, all of us, we are the same
how we forget, how necessary it all is
yet, to fall back and numb the pain
watch the fragile crumble
billions on end, into oblivion
to fathom what this place hides
we all find what we are looking for
into the fire you stare
and how your lips will tremble
when he opens the hand that makes
and takes it all back