[Stay until you find my eyes] obsured and overedited

the savior of my pain
drinks the cup of human perdition
and lives
and lives
and lives
the human condition
and dies.
.
[my wrists open up
and cry like eyes]
.
To justify your lack of love:
you are not qualified
you, afraid of being deified,
rip pacifiers from your script-
Though you walk through the valley of the shadow of death
you'll be all right.
.
To jusify my need of love:
Holyman brought eleven men
to stay the night
while he writhed
and found small comfort
in their sleepy eyes-
.
but god sleeps tonight.
Seal my veins in skin,
bind my blades and
Stay until you find my eyes.