Please wake up:
I am so lost without you,
my rudder my soul,
Security devine;
without you I am not
even alive.

Please roust yourself.
What can I do?
Pay attention to me
Pay attention to you.
I feel no vision.

I am afraid.
Passion is gone.
In depths downward lo
I numbingly wade.

Send me a vision
in rapture so grand
To allow me to help you.
We'll hold my hand,
Slowly emerge
from the shallows
from the gallows
to a better place within.
Always ready to begin,
Stop and start seems a sin.
Why fly? Why try?
It always ends.

Does it have to be?
What do I not see?
Always the ephiphanies,
Always the dreams,
Always failure,
I inwardly scream.

Why does it hurt so
much?
Why must I feel
when I don't want to deal?
So freaking unreal,
Perhaps even surreal.
Sanity a lifeline,
Insanity fun.
Help me out of depravity,
Help me unwrap
my shroud.

Not only am I not yet begun
to live again,
I am marking time
'til I die.
I always cry
wet tears of pain and shame
and blame like acid rain
on my face.

07/26/2005

Posted on 07/22/2007
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