Open Wound

Strike me down With your beating wings And remind me what it's like to feel things I will not cower I want for no shield I am open like a wound To replace the fragments Of myself with you To replace the fragments Of myself with you I will bear the scars Of the fool Every moment leaden Every moment leaden Once again, we dance Together in slow motion Once again, the ache returns Of precarious devotion Every moment leaden Strike me down With your beating wings And remind me what it's like to feel things I will not cower I want for no shield I am open like a wound To replace the fragments Of myself with you To replace the fragments Of myself with you I will bear the scars of the fool With faraway eyes And solemn brow Climb on top And push your weight down Place your hand Over my mouth And stop the words From coming out Leave me in a cage My foot on a tether And only return To pluck out all my feathers One by one Have you collected enough? One by one Are you done playing rough? This hurts too much to be love.