Turmoil, torture, heartless, fear.
What is it dear spirit that you want me to hear?
To hear my own screams,
Or cries in the night.
Why do you continually wish to be a fright?
Do you haunt for your own fun,
Or are hurting like me?
Do you wish to be recognized?
Do you wish to be seen?
I see you dear spirit,
Really I do.
I see you dear spirit,
I feel you too.
I know you are there,
Because you like me,
Are cast within shadow,
Hopelessly unseen.
Talk to me spirit,
Let me hear your voice.
Tell me dear spirit,
Where do you hurt?
Maybe I can help.
Help get you off that darkened shelf.
Glow for me spirit,
Show me your form.
Show me your feelings,
The ones that are torn.
I see you dear spirit,
Really I do.
I see you dear spirit,
I feel you too.
 Bl00D0FTH3CURS3D · Sat Jun 16, 2007 @ 03:48pm · 3 Comments |
