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Grace May 2015
We listen in a silent craze
Digging toward darker days
Crying out in silent breaths
Demanding to release our catch

Words thrown from Hell's depth
Clawing at what's tender left
A flame so bright and warm
Left to leave a trust no more

He hurts you.
With no regard.
He mocks you.
With no emotion.
It is a game.
You will not win.

Darling, your cuts won't solve the pain you're in.
Grace May 2015
A hoard of secrecy
Days full of dry rain
Streets of empty seas
Touching foul dame

A boy so lost in filth
But so blessed by Him
Fallen into steady guilt
Sullen to forget his name

He lifted this child high
And gave him but a word,
"Son go forth and find the way
love is not your only worth"

So he walked through cities
Crumpled air that bore death
Leaking closer to the earth
Searching for what was left
Grace May 2015
I ache in supple words
Called unto timely night
Breath lost in all herds
But a vision in crippled light

Such a quiet land doth fall
The wind oh still and silent
Across a sea an echoed call
Beating such and so violent

A dream given such a bow
Waking to an aching scare
Lungs with water in a row
Clawing for what is not there

Darling, love, does thou not
Seek me through God's kiss?
Blue entity of yours I fought
Craving bursts of sunny bliss

— The End —