the bullet that passed through you
is in me lodged deep as stone I need to
pass or cast losing a great degree
of supply I need bleeding into a crowd
cheering out loud like I'm some kind
of all seeing god in need of worshiping
I'm just speaking to the emptiness
inside of these inkless vessels beside me
flexing muscle it's inside of me to
take this bit of pain out of my own heart
giving it back to the one who gave it to you
I can't do that caging in what little freedom
I got torn by this sore spot too vulnerable
to be a hero unbroken and fragile
it's late yet this wounded vest I can not rest