Abandon - Baptists

He don’t feel it

When he bleeds

He still wants to

But just sees

What flows from his arms

It’s left for me

And his problems

They’re not his

And my problems

They’re not his

No solace

No needs

But what was once intact

An internal shield

Set to deflect

His darkened deals

Has now become

A flooding gate

To intake

Void’s embrace

Chaos plagues

Impulse praise

He wants cold and

He wants pain

In the eyes of his father

He is a martyr

In the mind of his mother

He is a struggle

He wants cold