Take this screaming, writhing soul and keep it safe.
Some spirit give the the comfort I seek.
Some unknown god take this pain and cage it tight.
Take this cold heart and make it warm again
Take these tears away from these swollen eyes
Take this knife from my wrist, stop that pain that
courses and charges thru these tired viens.
Some thing save this breaking heart,
These torn souls need mending,
These tired souls need repose.
Where is the relief? is it in sight?
Someone tell me when it’s over for I can’t see past the blood and worn sword.
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