The wound in me picked out the knife in you
Shadows find where shadows meet, like shadows do
The edge that lacerates all lovely things
And perforates the loftiest of dreams
Before they get a chance at coming true
They punctuate our sighs of pleasure with their shadow screams
I'd been told, but to believe it
I had to see it with my own two eyes
I see love everywhere I go
I see the light inside of all of you
What more can I do?
All my words are little incantations
And I wish to invoke only the truth
Though it may ring false at first inside the echo chambers
Of my past, the labyrinth that holds the remnants of the embers
The sacred well of pain
That I've returned to time and time again
To fill my vessels with the nectar-torture-poison
That my thirsty muse took a liking to
I'd been told, but to believe it
I had to see it with my own two eyes
I see love everywhere I go
I see the light inside of all of you
What more can I do?
