In a Thousand Pieces

The lines on this page seem so foreign to my eyes.
Their absence has been such a sad and distant truth.

I've caught myself disconnected from my head and my heart.
How can this bacteria be prevented from growing.

I seek the Father's wisdom, yet He remains silent.
Shuddering at the thought of another day of hopelessness.

Help me fight the fire, touch your lips to mine.
Subdue the racket inside, never let this unwind.

I'm sorry this demon rests in me, I crave your comforting embrace.

...Of Failure