Woe is me, woe is me.

I've stumbled upon a light.

A light that shines bright.

A light that no one else can see.

A light that cativated me on site.

Woe is me, woe is me.

This light has seen black.

This light has been corrupted.

The past intends to shut it down.

Ignorance has it weakened.

With faith in my heart I reach out to it..

But the flames of hate, pain, and betrayel forbide it.

It burns, I'm scarred, but I do not give in.

I try, try, and try again...

Each time less painful but i fear it's not enough.

With the hands of time running and death approaching I promise to take one more faithful leap.

My hands will hold you despite your heat.

May my warmth cleanse your pain.

Should you burn me I will not run.

As i turn to ashes I will deliver one last faithful tongue...

This kiss.

With dust in the air you will a miss.

Woe is you, woe is you.




Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741