Suffer These Wounds - Revocation

I am imperfect for this world

And caught up in a fruitless game

That’s never ending, back and forth

And once begun it hasn’t changed

A world built on lies

And careless ambiguity

Now gone inside

Content now with no security

It’s all less than what I believed

In stinging submission acknowledge deceit

What will I be?

I cannot see

Will I find peace?

Blistered, bled, battered, bruised

Do you have what it takes

To suffer these wounds?