NOT DONE

[lips_of_poison]

A week of realizations,
What a week of death,
Unknown utterings,
Whisperings in the dark,
Laying me down to rest,
Shadow monsters in the night,
Eating at my faith,
Darling please come hold me,
Grasp me 'til I wake.

Cross your heart,
And hope I die,
Stick the needles,
In my eyes,
All is lost,
And all is found,
Peace unheard of,
Make it sound.

Blinded by what is so real,
Guided by the lie,
Wishing you were never here,
Waiting for the sigh,
Wanting to be rid of death,
Wanting not to sin,
Again I'm wishing,
Again for you,
Make me unwhole again.