My Flesh Shows Its Weakness

My eyes fail me My hands grow numb I pull the thorn from my side Letting my racing heart christen the dirt Consecrated by the light of the fire I could have followed you down Let the darkness in I'm grasping for the slightest relief I'm fading into forged persona Retreat to the grasp of the open wounds we bear The light is weak and burning out Concealing the defeat in my eyes The spectre under my skin Will devour me whole I'm grasping for the slightest relief I'm fading into the shadows we wield Retreat to the safest corner of my mind Just to find that somethings missing Longing for release My mind holds on My flesh gives in