Imperfections run deeply
threw the veins of humanity
tears trace the agony
of ones self pity
upon their face
Words spoken like a mysterious spell
against the misty air
revealing pain as if from the gates of hell
Or blissful words spoke in care
Love has raised me until I met the front step of heavens gate
But now I'm the fallen angel
waiting for you in the rain
Candle light trace against your face
I'm captivated by the dream of your embrace
the words spoken by your sweet voice
Replay in my mind in a whisper volume
I'm running down the hall,candle in hand
chasing after you
dusky air,lets me know
I'm losing control
The screams that call you to me
echo,I'm the broken cup upon the edge of the shelf
so nearly to letting go,and when I fall.
The glass pieces will lay at their feet.
blend me with the dirt,I'll be replaced shortly.
Don't leave me my heart a rebel
Longing for savor,unwilling to feel
the light of reality
when the shades open
and the light hits me,
the walls are empty
I cant find the words to speak
when its a paleness of darkness
that lays next to me.

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