Stretch Marks

Stretch Marks


Sitting in a crumbling land,
I reach out for you
Stretch out your trembling hand,
Help to break me through
Grasp my cold fingers tight,
Hold on to me in the dark of night
And when at last you must let go,
Wipe my face of falling snow
And as I fade unto my death,
Breathe in deep my final breath
Lead me to my resting place,
Wash the blood from my grey face
Shed no tears for my lost soul,
Dig deep my grave, my wretched hole
And when I’m buried, when I’m free,
Only then will you love me