to the wounded:

i have the the self image that they'v forced you to reuce to shattered glass

with the only remaining value lying in its jagged edges

but the few who warrant waking for await their recognition

no fear of death but with fear of life

your weakness kills everyone so live

angels for everyonfor no lack of seaching i can't seem to find one

angels in everyone

what of all their promises?can't seem to find more than lies

angels in anyone

a permanent solution to a temporary problem

before i'd lay me down to rest id throw everything away to live