Tuesday 17 April 2012

He left me there; somewhere between life and death
I wish someone would come and restore the taste of life answer my prayers one way or another.
I saw the sun rise as if it were my first and then I said goodbye to the light, knowing it was my last.
Jesus painted the sky just for me and it’s a sight I no longer see.
The world is a tomb to me, full of statues and each of those statues has her face.
Most of all I long for death to release the pain of living

-Me

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