take me away, oh please
wither me away, oh please
don’t leave me alone, your
holy presence is much better
without the dreary light of my
deeply departed sun, hanging
within the cupboards of my
drying heart, crying, screaming
to be free, to touch your cheek
to feel warmth in my hands
but the beast will never be out
it will never be free to roam about
because thus will be on a spree
of corrupting the love of every
human being out there and a trace
will be left from me to those who
let this monster into them, letting
him to see their thoughts, letting
him touch their hands, letting
him reign their feelings and letting
him watch with passion how
blossoms grow into flowers too
beautiful to touch, too beautiful
not to let die, to go limp without
clinging to those whom love and letting
them grow on the beast’s mind, learning
that love is not always very evil and unkind

cole 1/23/14