Guided Meditation

Dredging and toiling a wave of unrest
In knowledge there's power
But sometimes not for the best
The sutures torn open a wave of disgust a heart that still beats illusion of trust
Fill me up to the brink
Empty lining in the sink.
Dredging and toiling a wave of unrest in knowledge There's power but sometimes not for the best
An open wounds inviting and easy to fill
Words stained sour and eyes that would kill
Pump me up to the brink
Empty lining in the sink
Thoughts linger in your head
One day you'll be dead