Monday 22 Aug 2005

In the cold light of day, I feel so raw, My energy depleted, but they still demand more. They say Angels are strong, and Fairies are real. But these buckets of tears seem to go unseen, they do not wash , they do not heal. The unseen bruises welt beneath a surface, which is so calm , so pale. A heart lies breaking, so weak and frail. Why cant I still the waves of hurt, and numb that piercing pain? Why do I fight against the dawn's embrace in vain. Tell me where are your Fairies, and does your Seraph see... The pain and the anguish that's corroding me? How am I doing? Am I alright??? With those seven words I give up the fight...