Rid -

Oracle deliver us to the shining circle

Plug into the sick respirator

Unplug your ailing sense of wanting back into the wound

Healing when you scratch the scab;

Perfect

Lap up all the empty hearts tired of pretending

Seal hibernating skin by forcing an ending

Conclusions never satisfy successive

Cuts that petrify the surface left of

Pacify, waiting with completeness

Just hope that your peace is relative

The time it takes to rid yourself of all thought