Echelon (A Plea To My Love)

Echelon:

The wounds of my soul though invisible,

Ooze pain through eyes.

O' my rescuer,

Come and do the stitches

With the needle of love.

From your ethereal lips,

Exude those kisses to heal them. Entwine me in your soul,

Allowing your kisses

And stitches to become my savior forever,

Erasing every difference that speak of our echelon in brutal society.