Bleeding Still

Tend to me,

Oh incessant laborers

Of the night;

For daylight screams violence,

Crazed as time, and as

Relentless as existence;

We bleed turmoil

Doused in our own sins!

Vouch for me,

Oh friends, tossed in thought,

For we seek acceptance,

For the terror of our own

Incessant means,

For we are still bleeding;

And still,

Anemic

Save me please

Oh blessed Father,

For life seems to confuse;

Lost in the shadows of life,

Because reality seems like

A matrix, fake and generated

Dissociated and emotionless

In the absence of being held