Beloved

Under an eclipse of ever-rising feeling
Moving faster through my veins
And bleeding out the sun
That's bleeding down our necks
And burning my eyes
If this is a crutch for the weak
Then I am the least of these
So cut off my arms and break my legs
So I don't feel this anymore
Choking on all of the feeling
That I'm swallowing in
Tasting the failure on my lips
That I've lead in
And this is my last chance for survival