To tell you

July 13, 2012
I want to show you
What is left of my stripped heart
A skinned expectation
Has left salty wounds of disappointment
Please listen to me
Hear the pain in my gasp
Softly losing, weakly praying for
A dwindling candle, for lasting drops of gold
How can I tell you
That I'm slipping dangerously
Into the demonic grasp
Of faith's destroyed and lost dreamers
The brave will find their way back home

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