An Incision - The Mercy Cage

Weathered away by the sheer weight of meaning

No pause to recoil & you fall in line here

It takes seed, a glimpse of the wound

Under the idea

& you know

This isn’t always what it seems to be

A need to compare

I can see past you into forever

I can see the end

She is hacked by the answer

Face down

& i never take the strain

She enters the arm on the wings of the needle

The media covenant claims this as truth

A violent revolt to this taste of the artless

Grasps for the proof

She’s trafficking in answers

Stained by the mark of the word

Under order of our lady of pain

The secret

Blistering under the skin

Bears the imprint of the incision

Still yearning for a brighter day

We’ll blow this lie away

& she is hack’d by the answer

Face down again

& i never take the strain

She is hack’d by the answer

Flakes out again

& i never take the strain