Hesitation Wounds

(Are you going through a hard time?)
(God cares for you, and so do we)

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
(God cares for you)

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