War Pig

This wind comes with an unexpected grit.  
Tracing my skin.. Hammering me to the Earth.  
Carried on the coldest gust..  
memories repressed pay their dues.  
Scars closed.. Have opened.  
the icy chill settling on the top of my skull.  
 
Eagerly chanting conscience's fingers..  
To rip my fucking skull open  
and drink what pours out.  
Relinquish.. My soul I may..  
surrrender. My sorrow I cannot.  
Helpless.. My fingers they tear..  
nails drawing blood I spit it clean out.  
Drain me of my powers  
 
And consumed.. Only to be spat out  
For whatever claim to this life I may have left.  
I'll take whatever I can.  
And relinquish an integral part of me..  
that remains in War and Pieces