Project 86: Bleed season

Trace the chalk and seize the day so Those old habits never pass away Commemerate the conception with The children's debt the retribution Deaf to self and mute to mind to find muddled wallowing nebulous blindMy crippled confidence chafed away Without the answers I'm cast astray My cloud's so thick that I can barely think so reveal to me deadsight deadsight My cloud's so thick that I can barely think so reveal to me deadsight deadsight Trace the tree and the veil will flee me And now I see with salty eyes Consistent tragedy persisting in me This disability's my soul's demise Deaf to self and left to fry Muddled wallowing nebulous blind My crippled confidence is chafed away to stay With the answers I'm pulled astray The habits laced embrace me With a cold, chaotic flinchkiss of old deaths erase mesoft, subtle, inch by inch Upon my face I lieMesmerized cauterized by the blemishes Frail bandagesWithout chance to change Desperate to rectify imperitive lest to die Imminent reality on pace downglanced closed-faced Consistent entrancement staring into empty space with an open wound to clean please cleanse me Is this my time to feelIs this my time to breatheIs this my time to bleed Change the seasonUpon my face I lieMesmerized cauterized by the blemishes Frail bandagesWithout chance to change Desperate to rectify imperitive lest to die Imminent reality on pace downglanced closed-faced Consistent entrancement staring into empty space with an open wound decreeing please cleanse meIs this my time to feelIs this my time to breatheIs this my time to bleed Is this my time to feelIs this my time to breatheIs this my time to bleedI'll never live without you I'll never see without youI'll never change without youtruesight.