Wounds Etched Into Plaster

Wounds Etched Into Plaster

Bare feet on cold tile, three a.m. and I can’t sleep
I shout my grief to the ceiling
but the silence cuts too deep
Every hope comes back unanswered, every plea is a void
I punch the air, beg for answers
but the truth is destroyed.

These are wounds etched into plaster
Broken words swallowed by the dark
I’m screaming at a heaven that never answers
Bleeding truth into the mark.
No light in the hallway, no sign behind the door
Just the hum of the fridge, and the ache I can’t ignore
I curse until I’m empty, scream till my throat gets dry

But the dark just presses harder
and no one hears me cry.
These are wounds etched into plaster
Broken words swallowed by the dark
I’m screaming at a heaven that never answers
Bleeding truth into the mark.

All my rage dissolves in spit
Every plea lost on the floor
Faith is just a fever I can’t admit
And I’m left needing more.
These are wounds etched into plaster
Broken words swallowed by the dark
I’m screaming at a heaven that never answers

Bleeding truth into the mark.