In a dark room lives me,
Hoping my final move will set me free...

This is me,
Stripped down to the core...

How did you fall so far from grace?
And land right next to me...

A free pale dove flies over your head,
With white feathered wings as heavy as lead...

His arms wrapped around my delicate frame,
His hand resting on my hip, the other on my bare...

Oh Jesus my saviour,
When will you take me home...

Your smile is so beautiful,
Your eyes so judicious...

Holding my breath,
Lungs bursting with stale air...

He sits at his computer screen,
Laughing at her...

I took the razor in my hand,
Trembling I put it to my skin...

Too long I sat in the dark,
Blood red tears trickling down a broken smile...