I believed in a preacher,
  when I was nine.
Who said he would, live to see
  the "end of time".
Through out history "Believers"
  have followed this "line".
He's now, long gone, and I'm
  pass, "my prime".
I, still search, for that, which
  we call, "Devine".
I believe, that task was always
  "meant to be mine".
Yet, to many, claim
   "This is The Sign"
I find: my  own,
      "LINE"

I thought I could rely on you.
You made me change my point of view...
I'm alive and you have died.
And that is why I am alright.

I was so eager to be your wife.
But your have left me. I've lost my life.

When your feelings are shaken,
When your spirit is taken,
When your body is cold,
When your house is sold,
You will be revealed
To be quite skin-peeled.

Is this gonna never be
Or a maybe, let’s see?
Bring me in closer
Or set me free
Whatever it be is fine for me
And fine for you, too
You’ll see
It is a kindness to say
“I’m not going your way.”

Bit into the hook
Tugged on the line
Lots of times
Sitting out in the sea
Stuck on a hook
Fisherman!
Reel me in
And either set me free
Or eat me!

I have set my limit
Given my conditions
And now I must live with it

What I am
Who I am
I will probably
Always be
Potentially
Great
But not likely
Above average probably
But not enough so that anybody sees
I’m not sure, though
I would want that to be
The world calling me out on my poetry
I don’t know if I’d wish that fate on
Anybody

The ashes of the past
cover me pale from head to toe
I don't belong here
in renditions of times ago