AIM
By Ardemus Riley
CHORUS
I don't think you aim to see
Until you come I am not free
Locked in a trance of scribe and dare
Relinquish this grip and have mercy, do spare
Only you only your key
I'm on the rack until you rescue me
Deep is this hole
Fortune the pit
Pit of my plexus pit of the earth
Searching for breath depleted and scorned
Pick up the call I'm sending you
Whips were an hour ago spikes I'm not even blue
Take all your turmoil and love it back to you
Reach out and give me your hand
I'm tired weary and confused
Spiritual attributes elude
Their spraying me down for the third time
Blood use to frighten me now it's my shrine
Divine says free will, only if your inclined
Otherwise it's a black hole for me
I will not rest and darkness won't let me be
Without you, it's black hole for me
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