Awaken the inner pattern A murmur of self. A heart between beats tearing out the pages left and right of the human letter in a burning moment threaded with compa**ion. Bound and held tight in form and fashion. Bleeding restoration into a heart that's grave. Breathing in life into our lungs, into our throats like open graves Our eyes aren't closed. Our eyes are asleep. You have dreamt long enough with open eyes. There is no escape for those who betray their innger self. Are we absent in thoughts of escape? While our minds sleep in days we saved. You've cut all ties and broken all your bonds to your inner self. Now you will lie an unhappy life away. Let the fire in your eyes burn it clean inside. Let the blood revise the ink in your veins. This world won't define our hope. We'll sift through the ashes until we find what's true in our hearts and right it there. For this is what strikes fear in the hear of man. These are the days that we've made and the chances that we'll take. We can't carry this vessel to shore without an anchor of hope.