Dashed

Bending a cause of resurrection
Demolished barriers of my vicinity
Complicating all of my submission
Unveil hidden spiritless fears
Smothering to subdue reaction
On my knees I bend before you
Murdering pride for exhaustion
Inside a pleasurable predicament
All but screaming for attention
To lie here beneath the stones
Built by hands in elation
Kill the messenger in speech
Before the death of your persuasion
Live to be enacted upon
From you there is no evasion
Beg for cried mercy in your soul
If from such sin there is absolution
For i've been wounded by a hand
I cannot bear to see a wound in