et spirito santo

[Note: I'm pretty sure the title is several languages mashed together, but I like how it looks and sounds.]

and i
i see you there
breathing, breathing
in that massacre
feeling, feeling
that suffocating
heir of masochism
standing there
tall as anything
and i, and i
all i see is you

broken bones and dreams
shattered panes and
impact sites and scars
of yesterday
and tomorrow
the cycle, the story
keeps on buring through

this is
an open wound
and i, and i
i'm feeding the muse
watching
a growing
christ-shaped bruise

smoke and
two-way mirrors
and all i see is you
all i see is you

bleeding
heart strings
star gazing
post-apocalypse
and an empty, holy sky

and where's the epicenter
where's the starting line

all i see is you
and all i see is you

ate that fury
broke that rage
and all i see is you

all i see is you