The Light Which I Bleed

You keep my eyes stained You're the cold of the mire You've come to whisper again The discontent And I must pay my debt You're the night of my home You've come to whisper again The weightless frequency of fever I wait for falling snow You wait for me to go away Aspired for more than just direction The light which I bleed But surrendered well for all to see The light which I bleed I have a broken armour For all my future battles I've come to pay you again The worthless currency of being