Mischief is a Brew I Sell

youareallsithcunts:

So tired, so tired of showing Love so deep

That most aren’t even willing to feel

See what I’ve seen

Open your eyes and recognize that this is real

This season brings darkness so profound

I’ve become lost and can’t seem to be found

Contorted, racked with pain

I know should feel free, yet I continue to sing this sad refrain

I can’t sleep and food has lost its taste

God, I’m so sick of this place

Then I’m touched

By the hands of a brother

And like a rush

Passing through my exterior

I hear my name

A hush

A son, loved by a Father

I’ve been made alive again