Its 1:00 am.
I'm in a parking lot of a hospital.
Talking to God
and leaving this message on your phone.
The phone you never answer anymore.
The heater on 84, but still cold.
And through struggled words
I can hear tears trying to leak
like all the numbness of the past weeks
is slowly melting the iceberg emotions
I had been harboring in my reckless ship
Yet with small feeling comes the tingling
and my face has never felt so far from a smile.
If he calls now, I will break.
but if You let go, I will shatter.
Cease the relentless sufferings
of my lover and of my father
those who which hold my heart
Though of course, You own it.
And I gave it up willingly, trusting you,
to love not only in crisis, but in Sun.
I may not pray often enough,
but hear this weak and frail soul
crying to you with dry tears she wish were rain...
Heal them. Heal me. Please.
I am too tired.
And Sleep arrests my eyes as my lashes flail
like innocent hands accused of lechery
The lights have blurred...was there ever, Light?
Not even music...but why do i still hear it...
Could you just take me now, please?
I don't want to know what the years will bring.
Oh, if anything cuts this thought now, I will break.
But if he, if they, if You let go now, I will shatter.
