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I want to write a poem right now, but I do not know if I will be able to, so bear with me, please...
As I walk through the darkest forest Of the darkest day Of the darkest hour I realize I am alone
The toils of my heart And the sweat that runs down my face in beads Can never be relieved I will never know anything but work
Pain, so deep I cannot see It blurs my vision Clouds my soul
I am nothing I yearn for everything, And yet I am nothing But a worthless body
This fire deep inside Is yearning to burn And every time it raises its head in defense It cries as it is washed away By the storm in my heart
Burn! Burn! I say! Nothing is meant by it anyway Consume all of me In your loving touch
A light come by I close my eyes I cannot stand To see You so near
Kill Her, Lord, if You want me now Oh precious God, For whom I shall live Kill her, Kill her
But hark! Do ye see these sins of mine? This shallow heart that wins this time? Clob me one, my Lord, oh God, Before I reck such trechery upon your land!
Your Hand! Your Hand! Why do You hold it out? I will not take it, No, never will I take it!
Yet I look back, And think upon that loving glance So sweet and sorrowful To the Love I see
Wrap me up In warm bonds of love But leave me here to rot in my grave I leave you now Do you know?
Cry, I cry Each and every day I cry Do you not see my tears, oh Lord? Do you not see my pain, oh Lord?
Humble now I lay mine head To search my soul four my last bread Before I see the gates to Hell, Or perhaps Heaven awaits my call?
Death, oh Death I see, It haunts me day and day What purpose hath you, oh Lord, to take my lover's life from me? What right hath you, oh Lord, to take my soul from me?
Every right, you say, oh Lord? That cannot be true That cannot be true!!! I will not hear it I will not hear it!
Sweet sorrow I see in thine eyes I love thee, Lord This reputation of mine, oh Lord Is nothing to You, but nothing to me.
Stand fast! Stand fast! You cannot go there! That is my treasure That I hold dear in my soul In the darkest pit of my soul
Never to awaken, do thee not see? I die! I die! But you will not let me! No, You will not let me die, will You?
Hold me! Mold me, oh Lord, oh Lord!!! I am yours, I am Yours!!! I give my life, but will you accept? A wretched soul of no class and no shame?
And though I walk this path alone, I see You standing on the other side Holding your hands out to me, oh Lord And calling mine name And rejoicing in my choices
I am Yours!
I am Yours!!!
Lady_Esmerel · Fri Oct 21, 2005 @ 04:00am · 1 Comments |
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