Dying Vice

I noticed the days in shudders

They waited for the next one to hit

I truly never wanted more

And yet you

Hold the afflictions in check

You draw out despondence with a breath

But resistance is pressing

On my soft skull

I'm gasping for a dying vice

This blistered heart

It tore in your presence

Sanctified, enveloping love

Oh, she could only dream of your mercies

And just like that, it's done

No softened fall, you're gone

But I can't let it slip, the promise I made to God

But I'm a creature of comfort

And my will is weak

Now blood is warmer

Than your answers I try to reach

Hold my afflictions in check

Please drown my despondence with a breath

My lining's blue, organs corrupted

Please sing me your trust, the quiet truths

So, my ebbing vice, I'll continue to dilute