It Comes

A subtle web of words is smashed
A shield is broken on the task
A sword is slowly brought to bear
To cut the nothing that is there

The fingers find your naked throat
the nails pierce with every squeeze
the blood runs freely down your neck
and chokes the words you try to breathe

It's face comes close to yours
You see an old familiar grin
A black you've tangled with before
You can beat it back but you can never win

Theres nothing you've got that it hasn't seen
Every hit you've had, it's already been
You're fighting a wound with a mind of its own
And it wants

Just
One
Thing.

There's a haze of red
you've got blood in your eyes
makes it hard to see
where to cut at the lie
You paid a pound of flesh
to never see it again
but it always comes back
your favourite sin

There's nothing you've got that it hasn't seen
Every hit you've had, it has already been
You're fighting a wound with a mind of its own
and its wanting

Just
One
Thing.

You.