Outcast
praying that someday you will end my pain. the pain only an outcast can feel. the pain that is all too real. the pain only a friend can heal. for this pain is not physical. it is a pain of the heart. it is something that sets us apart. if we die, we die.
That Blue Ribboned Sky
Always been so stubborn, just as the autumn leaves stay brown, and the towering buildings stay gray i'm a stranger to myself, to give up my delusions is to give up you as well, i don't want to be a bother, but i promise i won't ask for much, i'll pray
Lonely Heart
My fear does lie above, now the shadow's darkness does impart, im i not deserving, of your perfect love, and now i pray, for the sake of my mournful, lonely heart...
I Remember
.** **_i pray for those who died in sacrifice for this cause, god have mercy._**
Canyons
I feel not your agony as you do it strikes me across the canyon and i can't help but stagger, overwhelmed my empathy is a buttress built from your tragedy (pray forgive me) there's little i can do across this divide i know you not well
Hungry and Desperate
Hungry are men who pray for fish, desperate are men who seek salvation in fortune cookies, and foolish are those who seek not to help themselves and others, for they are those who shall starve and lose hope, for they will damn all others who blindly
Werewolf Wishes
I lick the blood from your collarbone and pray you die tomorrow, surrounded by love.
In the Service of Mystery (Pt. 15)
Hear us, o lord, as we pray: accept thy servant, joe into thy kingdom; meet him with mercy and welcome him into thy loving arms.
To the Crescent Moon
All of the things you promised me, and all the smiles you gave me, i can still remember each word i said to you, underneath that blood red moon, shrouded in darkness come on, let's see a movie together, like we used to let's hold hands and pray
"Love Incarnate" a poem
So i pray this light to keep, until i pass to eternal sleep. i love her so, i shall not go, and leave her all alone. i'll love her 'til i rot to bone. the hate of this world i won't understand, except for the few lights spread across the land.
Midnight in Central Park
She was on her knees then, praying. i'd never heard momma pray before. she pulled me down too and told me i should give thanks to 'our saviour'." again the words were nothing more than syllables, she didn't know what they meant.
Let it Die
The ship we've built is sinking, i won't stay i don't think we could even pray, there's no saving what we use to own so i'll continue on in this life all alone.