Saturday 29 November 2008

Witness

Cold hands placed on my cold heart to hold the broken pieces together.
Head hung in shame to face my feet, the heaviness in place forever.
Lost in my own mind, searching for the hunger feeding of my soul.
Burrying my warmth in the back on my mind to keep me from whole.
A voice like honey melts in my ears, tempting and calling me out.
It wraps around my soul and tugs for realeas till i shout.
"NO! not anymore can i take this helplessness you surround me."
I couldnt stop myself when i thought of you and what i want to be.
"i hate this i hate this, with God as my witness"
Ill scream but i really mean take me away with your hands so warm around my heart.

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