take what you will, what you will and leave
could you kill, could you kill me?
if the world was on fire and nothing was left
but hope or desire

and take all that i could bring fourth,
is this hell;
or am i on the floor over-desperate?
hold hands streaming of blood again?

and then take full weight of me
guard my dreams, figure this out
its me on my own.
helpless, hurting, hell

will you stay strong as you promised?
cause i'm stranded and bare.
mean-ness is washed up in all tt i am
are you there?

take this and all,
then grace takes me to a place
of the friend you never had
ripping and breaking and tearing apart
this is not heaven,




THIS IS MY HELL..