lost
I see the distance grow ever more everyday and feel the shuddering of a cold cruel wind.
Oh but speak, let the words roll through your mouth to slide off your tongue and I can but hear.
A touch and I’m by your side helpless to escape.
Oh how you make me bleed!
And there I carry the wound that was my heart, wailing and raging.
Still no fire lit to your eyes to see.
Whispers on the wind scraping my ears telling me of stories that I can’t bear.
The tide ebbing and flowing.
The moon full to bursting eclipsed by lashing of my spirit, dancing and falling, stumbling and crawling.
Would you hearken to hear my scream, my cursed plea,
save me or release me.
Oh but speak, let the words roll through your mouth to slide off your tongue and I can but hear.
A touch and I’m by your side helpless to escape.
Oh how you make me bleed!
And there I carry the wound that was my heart, wailing and raging.
Still no fire lit to your eyes to see.
Whispers on the wind scraping my ears telling me of stories that I can’t bear.
The tide ebbing and flowing.
The moon full to bursting eclipsed by lashing of my spirit, dancing and falling, stumbling and crawling.
Would you hearken to hear my scream, my cursed plea,
save me or release me.
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