Your somber stare
The moonlit snare
And as thirsty as I am
You beckoned me
Despondent dream
Taken by my unsure hand
Come with me; maybe
I will show you who I am
In a word, visceral
Is what you've shown me that I am
(Or what I've become)
Subservient
To your advent
And as weary as I am
Your prevalence
My circumstance
Sequestered yet so intimate
Come with me; maybe
You can show me who I am
In a word, visceral
Is all you've shown me that I am
(Or what I've become; or all that I am)
Come with me; maybe
Can you show me who I am?
Visceral; incalculable
Is this really who I am?
This is really who I am
Come and show me who I am
Come with me; maybe
I will show you who I am
In a word, visceral
Is what you've shown me that I am
Come with me; maybe
I will show you who I am
In a word, visceral
Is what you've shown me that I am
Come with me; maybe (visceral)
I will show you who I am
In a word, visceral
Is what you've shown me that I am