(Are you going through a hard time?) (God cares for you, and so do we) I am my fear, held in trembling hands Convulsing in the shape of a cross Burned into my skull Embraced, by packs of rabid wolves Fixated on my neck Aimed at anguish I can't see Breeding in my brain Through a storm of ash my preferred poison rains Collecting on pale skin like frost Clung to forked tongues Until there's nothing left I am my fear, held in trembling hands Contorting a crucifix-like spine Burned into my skull Temptation lingering above the skin Like images of angels, opening veins Where there were wings Breeding in my brain Sickness instilled as immaculate conception Though I've never been a virgin to despair Hesitation wounds like works of art that decorate the earth In familiar shades of black, retracing scars until there's nothing left (God cares for you) I am my fear, held in trembling hands I am no virgin to despair Swallowing nails in place of pills I am my fear, held in trembling hands