Take

Take

Take these slashes
Take these wounds
Take these scratches
Take this gloom

Take them from my arms and legs
Rake them from my night and day
Shake them from my heart and soul
To make them hide is my new goal

Move them from my weakened mind
Smooth them over, neat and fine
Remove them from what's torn inside
Approve of what is left that's mine

Erase what's evil inside there
Replace it with goodness and care
Encase what's left, for it is rare
And chase away the deadly snares

I hope to escape this mess freed
I want to like what's there of me
I hate what lurks and was released
I was a brutal, futile beast