This Living Death

[_Shiloh Filia_]

My heart cries out,
as I'm sitting on my window pane;
two stories up from the ground
I wane.

I sing a song
and I hope Your ears take heed
my soul withers like a rose,
I bleed.

(Chorus)
But here I am again,
back where I began!
The gentle rain You weep,
saturates my mind and hope!
And even as I cringe in pain,
although I feel this living death,
I still can hear Your distant call,
for it dwells within my heart....

This vile world
it poisons my very thoughts
my fingers are interlocked
I pray.

Your lasting truth
patience is proving it true
my doleful mind awaits
I cringe. (chorus)

Church bells chime
like doves carrying scrolls of the wise
My God shall not forsake me,
I know.(chorus)  

[_Shiloh Filia_]

Thanks biggrin

It really is about what you said it is about, too, which I am very pleased to hear. It has been a while since I've written anything, to be honest, because it is just so hard to peel my true emotions from my heart and put it onto paper in words that describe it precisely, so in result I usually end up writing one stanza and then crumpling up the paper and tossing it to the trash. xd

I've heard of that book, "Night." Last year toward the end of our 8th grade year we studied the Holocaust. I read "Alicia: My Story" which you will definately like (well, not the occurances of course, but it will touch you) if you like Night. It's a larger book, but it is defiantely worth the read.

Anyway, I'm glad to hear that you like my song (and that you understood it) 3nodding

--stone angel4