God, please help me,
the nightmare won't leave me,
and I've been sleeping way too much.

Remembering the times,
that I've cut my wrists,
and the bathtub water was too shallow.

Defining the line to cross,
I've only walked it all my life,
taking my time, I've got too little.

Don't want to be,
your wannabe martyr,
I fear I have one sin too many.

The lifht at the end of the tunnel,
is the one misleading me,
the woods I walk in are too dark.

Divine, subline,
nothing but distant memories,
just a thought that's too distant.

10/11/2004

Posted on 10/11/2004
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