Every Blade

You may now break me into pieces bend me as you wish.

Terrified of leaving helpless in your grip. Ripping, pulling, tearing, scratching. It doesn't matter how it used to be.

Pieces of bone dig their way out of your skin. Sickened by the confines of the cage they were held in. 

Clinging to the fragile concept of a heaven you will never see or touch.

Every blade seems to barely miss your spine

By the grace of God you'll never die 

Every prayer falls short of God's cynical ears 

I was relieved on the day that they put you in that cage.

Chained up like an animal you rot away