I miss love so much,

I miss it as if I have lost my eyes,

and I am going numb to touch,

while withering away with my sighs,

is my breathe!

I am without a hope,

as if I seen what will be,

no longer managing to cope,

and slowly slipping from me,

is my breath!

I will not forgive again,

and my skin will stay cold,

and nothing will ever end,

with my last words when told,

is my breath!

I will sit in my bare skin,

as if I wear memory for dress,

feeling love as it had once been,

and with life that I live even less,

is my breath!

So death awaits near,

and the door is open always,

and i sit in skin without fear,

giving at last with my final days,

is my last breath!

SDPope

Patience as I wait for him,
he who waters my tears with the rain of sin.
Patience as I wait for his return from hell,
to tell me a story of where he's been.
In my world he can do no wrong,
playing tunes on my heart
that can be heard back an evil song,
sending whips through my brain,
leaving scars only to remain.
I bleed from my eyes because his look burns,
and it is the look of evil but I am unable to turn.
I am patient as I wait to cry more pain,
I am patient to hate,
he who has no name.
SDPope