Bruised Muse

I could remove your splinters
Or fuck you up against a wall
I could help you rise above it
But I might just watch you fall

Our time is ripe with reasons
Find truth within your cell
I'm picking fruit this season
You're headed back to hell

Twice each night I awaken
In fits of loss and fear
I just want to be shaken
Please whisper in my ear

I don't know what you tell him
And I don't think I want to know
Although I tease and mimic you
I don't just up and go

Repetition's not made it easier
Quite familiar yet still unknown
Intricacies of your wild mind
I can't hear all mine I've shown

As you sleep at night I listen
During the days I sleep
So radiant you glisten
With each promise that I keep