Oh I know, I can feel the shifting in my bones.
Enclosed are senses so unknown.
I've been changing, falling, fading.
There's demons at the door patiently waiting.
I [bad word] of broken bones or demon limbs.
So please watch over me and be the light to carry me home.
Please be the light that carries me.
I can feel it being torn from my hands, my innocence.
This change is all so permanent.
Can't you see the change in me?
I said "it's all so permanent"
There's no placement, no arrangement of words that I could say, to keep these changes away.
This world is a masterpiece,
canvas sheet accountable for such losses,
Shout out to the artist who took his heart and his soul
And lost them both in the process.
If it gets a hold of me,
Please be the saint to save me.
So please watch over me
and be the light to carry me.