In The End The World Was Numb

Words and art.
Isn't that all we want?
In his moments of pain,
Soul cracked, blistered and blained.
Its the words he seeked.
Words before he never did speak.
To let go
What burned him up.
To let go
What sank him down.
To put the pain
Out of an aching brain.
For the world to cry
And world to blame.
And little did He know,
While letting it go,
He relived the pain.
Broke and blistered again.
He didn't have to fall.
He didn't lose it all.
In the End, the world was numb
And He did matter to all.

-For The Best Scream Of  This Century