Scissors and Calamity

Maybe you could stop being so numb
Step back, and watch what you've become
To see you're only as small as a sore sum
You're becoming less like you

Have you not seen what these hands could create
From ashes and dust to hope and lifted weights
Behind the cold shelter lies a better way
But to you is no more than a winding loop

Can you not just see with a new set of eyes
That your skin is scarred behind your disguise
That scissors aren't meant for body's demise
Still, blood spills from the hanging moon

Completion pulls the trigger of the faith complex
That God is someone we should be annexed
We're here for purpose, the cherry picked selects
Open the eyes of your drooping croon