Without me, in arms, I bleed only reflection. The memory of a forsaken vow To the embodiment of now. The world has deceit Rising in reverse Angles, made to mangle Our eyes, to our very feet. Love is a triangle, An emotion without circles. Blood rises, to then fall Down to the distant call. I marry the world's falling, Stinging my own heart With everything they've torn apart On the horizon. Fires spread about, Desires, oddness, and doubt, As life wets itself Upon the wounds of Christ. I am my own man, Though, I cannot stand. I can only hang Cries of pain, I sang.