this is just what happens
when you're young and cold.
eyebrows, lashes,
conscience.
Lord
I want to go.
run with a loud vow
want to turn old page.
sing and do the true art
for the rest of days.
but someones's hands
and some girls eyes
don't let me do it
right.
oh, Lord
send patience
love and peace
to young cold hearts
and bleeding wrists.
***
and all I promise you
at least -
what we can do?
obey.
exist.