Burnout

The chasm in my arm is closed to me.
Yet echos from the deep call my name.
Half whispered promises of ecstacy
Over half noticed threats of shame.

Let it go.
Let it all be.
Time to come back.
Come home to me.

Ritual, sacrifice, older than time
Piece it together, with peace to find.
A piercing caress, sweet paths sublime
Intense, unstopping, through body and mind.

Let it all go.
Let it all be.
Time you came back.
Came home to me.

Worry not 'bout a plague ridden kiss,
We're safer here than in the arms of a lover.
Apathy, ignorance, uncomparable bliss.
Content alone, with no wish for another.

Let it all go.
Let it all lie.
Time you came home.
Came home to die.