Dilated Paranoia

With streams of blades within my sight,
I grab your hand; into the night,
We soar across the broke sky
To find we're not alone. I cry

These tears of hope that plague my soul,
The bitter warmth that made me whole,
And pristine shade under the brush.
I feel your breath in one swift, "Hush."

We're not too far from thrusts of pain
That cause a break, but then again,
The strength I need to hold from harm
Is found, always, within your arms.