Hesitation Wounds

I am my fear

Held in trembling hands

Convulsing in the shape of a cross

Burned into my skull

Embraced by packs of rabid wolves

Fixated on my neck

Aimed at anguish I can't see

Breeding in my brain

Through a storm of ash

My preferred poison rains

Collecting on pale skin like frost

Clung to forked tongues until there's nothing left

I am my fear

Held in trembling hands

Contorting a crucifix-like spine

Burned into my skull

Temptation lingering above the skin

Like images of angels opening veins

Where there were wings

Breeding in my brain

Sickness instilled as immaculate conception

Though I've never been a virgin to despair

Hesitation wounds like works of art

That decorate the earth

In familiar shades of black

Retracing scars until there's nothing left

I am my fear

Held in trembling hands

I am no virgin

To despair

Swallowing nails

In place of pills

I am my fear

Held in trembling hands

(I am my fear)

(Held in trembling hands)

(I am no virgin to despair)