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Sep 2014
My soul is stained
scarlet red
scarlet red with the passion
of the blood that flows
through heart and brain and bone
You My love inflame every inch of My being
Oh, how I am lost without You
I am filled with a delirious longing
Oh, the words I cannot find
I search and search
and tear the flesh of My brain asunder
I search the deep parts of My soul
My very being
to find words that will not come
though I had the tongues
of ten thousand angels
I could not find
the words I search for
so desperately
Oh, I am desperate for
that haunting word
on the tip of My tongue
that sacred word
that would tell of the depth of My love
that the depths of hell
and the heights of heaven
is neither more deep
nor as great
as My love for You
if You love me not My angel
take a blade sweet love
and still my beating heart
a release from My agony
however You hurt Me
My sweet love
I only love You more
then let Me lie
in the cold and dark
of the earth for evermore
a poor unloved
forgotten
and failed soul
who exist
nevermore
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
409
     erin walts
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