I am a brokn shell, onthis harsh earth in which I dwell.
I sail thru life in my own hell, from my own soul I sin so well.
It's hard for me to love myself so cought up in self hate and death. So how can one such as He truly love me 'til His last breath.
Oh, My Lord I pray to thee, for a I know in my heart the pain you see.
Which weeps so soundlessly, so desperatly in need. On bended knee eyes wide shut so open please hear my pleas.
My lonlyness consumes me likea fire consumes it's fuel. Slowly, ever so slowly, until the darkness is like a tomb.
My sorrow sinks to depth unknown, please don't keep this soul so all alone. bring me home, bring me home. To the heaven above where the garden has grown.
from my struggles I'm a broken shell, am I the cause of me own hell. I can't tell because I feel I've failed until a mission as placed in the path in which i dwell.
I stop fighting and I cease to struggle. There is no more pain for God has done away with all my trouble.
2007-10-06
18:04:12
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