The Light Which I Bleed

You keep my eyes stained

You're the cold of the mire

You've come to whisper again

The discontent

And I must pay my debt

You're the night of my home

You've come to whisper again

The weightless frequency of fever

I wait for falling snow

You wait for me to go away

Aspired for more than just direction

The light which I bleed

But surrendered well for all to see

The light which I bleed

I have a broken armour

For all my future battles

I've come to pay you again

The worthless currency of being