No cradle called. No hands remained. Come closer. Let hunger become shelter. Born as a bruise nobody claimed Raised with a mouth full of unnamed blame I learned to breathe where love ran thin I learned to smile with ache locked in Then your warmth began to speak Not as a threat, not as the weak A living depth, a velvet pull A promise vast enough to hold If I am wanted, let it show If I am shaking, let me go No fake mercy. No empty hands. Devour me whole Carry my shame Turn me to warmth Remember my name Devour me whole Hold what I hide Make me beloved From the inside DEVOUR ME WHOLE DEVOUR ME WHOLE There is a chapel under skin A place where broken things begin No sermon there, no polished lie Just pulse and breath and closing eyes If I am taken past the tongue If I am carried, folded, sung Do I become the hurt I knew Or something living inside you? Let me be kept without being erased Let me be held without a chase Devour me whole Carry my shame Turn me to warmth Remember my name Devour me whole Hold what I hide Make me beloved From the inside If I vanish, will I bloom? If I surrender, is there room? If I go down, do not make it clean. Make it felt. Make it mean. Devour me whole Carry my shame Turn me to warmth Remember my name Devour me whole Hold what I hide Make me beloved From the inside No one held me then. So hold me now.
