Torn by the ***** of thorns
Surrounding my garden bed
I sleep here, and silently mourn
My soul that has been dead
I weep into my dirtied hands
Stained by the blood of my own heart
I know that no one will truly understand
The pain of which I wish to part
My tears are black just like my soul
They smear across my face
Inside I knew I'd never been whole
Used words and meaningless things in its place
This emptiness inside, will there ever be a cure?
I used to sit up at night and wonder
There was no way I could ever be sure
In all my ignorance I'd blundered
Because beyond the pain and the tears
I looked right past your face
You where standing there defeating my fears
And it was you who would fill that place
I owe my heart to you
My angle
I owe my life to you too
Because in the end it was your love that filled
My empty soul in the end
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
Torn by the ***** of thorns
Surrounding my garden bed
I sleep here, and silently mourn
My soul that has been dead
I weep into my dirtied hands
Stained by the blood of my own heart
I know that no one will truly understand
The pain of which I wish to part
My tears are black just like my soul
They smear across my face
Inside I knew I'd never been whole
Used words and meaningless things in its place
This emptiness inside, will there ever be a cure?
I used to sit up at night and wonder
There was no way I could ever be sure
In all my ignorance I'd blundered
Because beyond the pain and the tears
I looked right past your face
You where standing there defeating my fears
And it was you who would fill that place
I owe my heart to you
My angle
I owe my life to you too
Because in the end it was your love that filled
My empty soul in the end
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