I'm like Thomas doubting fingers running the scars Your wrists...
Crickets rhythmically sing Their mournful melodies A monotone by request...
drifting away from you spinning down to the pinpoint drop...
My heart is as dark as the soil sodden with...
Take my sorrow and my sin I will run into...
I look out to the fields where blood is shed...
i only want what's mine that's what i came to...
questions flew and words were hurled into the air and...
these things which i so often wonder this need to...
Amber liquid wetting winecups to the stem Spilling drops to...