The Hunt

My arms are freezing wet
Covered in white cold sweat
I run from you with hollw chest
Knock out a dragging breath.

Wish I could loose my heart
Or believed from the start
My feet are burning with your voice
Ignorence is an art.

A breath of war, sweet air
I feel it in my hair
My concience burning up,
O Lord I wish i cared

I'd do it if I could
Bite my lip and draw blood
Something i know is wrong,
But running never felt so good.

The lord don't want me now
My wrists have been un bound
Your voice is stinging in my ears
As my nails claw the ground.

A space for me in earth,
A grave at my birth.
I spin my head, my body moving,
Give you all I'm worth.

In dark I do confess
A ringing from my chest
My wrists are free and weaping
From ropes I was surpressed

If I bend my knees,
Please,
Swallow me whole.