Petals In The Grass

Down On The Floor

Needing a reprieve
I punish myself
Born to be a pauper
Never knowing wealth

Permanently scarred
Come lick my wounds
Please come repair me
I need this soon

Replenish my faith in humans
The ones of blood were bad
Never bringing comfort
Comfort I never had

I assume the position
Face down on the floor
Assaults are neverending
Can take no more