Trying So Hard To Trust You

Harming myself softly by healing you hardly Faithless phase I was in, you knew...without a clue... Waiting for God's healing rain To make me be as plentiful as grain and make me grow insane Save your breath The scent of death Take me so much higher... With your passion fire... Let go of your vibrant vortex...your burning barrier...you deserted dimension... The snow clouds melt by the sun's intervention, ease away the tranquil tension Beat me down with your words My downfalls will rise like Phoenix birds Save your breath The scent of death Take me so much higher... With your passion fire... Swim farther into my arms Death do us part...we depart... You gave me your love charms Turned my life around because you had a generous heart Save your breath The scent of death Take me so much higher... With your passion fire... It doesn't harm...my heart warms and I can hardly breathe possibly...though I wait for Him patiently...speedily... Rolling away the death cart... Everything we once had is tattered and torn and karma killed us softly Scrolling through the pages of the Internet drove me miles apart... From reality's demise and doom From fantasy's rather unwise tomb Save your breath The scent of death Take me so much higher... With your passion fire... Trying to trust you From the bottom of my heart Trying to turn to dust the lust I had of you too From the top of my mind's eye, which is an abstract art Trying too hard to start again Where do I begin? Frankly, I am caught in my sin The world spins with passerby women and men Save your breath The scent of death Take me so much higher... With your passion fire... Caught up in the snowed under passion of you It's funny that you aren't aware That I have fallen for you through and through I've traded my fear for hope and I treaded the rocky road of plastic paradise that led to pain I've hated the fact that I was jaded and left to mope for my abode in the sheltering rain Trying so...so hard To trust you, the downtraught bard It's getting harder the breathe What about you heartlessly leave? I am at ease with aching teeth What about you let me just grieve? It's hard to deal with your turning tables It's easier said than done to not listen to your fables It's getting tough on me to let things go It's getting tougher on the surface to let it show... I'm going to receive fame from my writings My constant tears, the childish fears, the good and evil fightings The spotlight is on me Now, I see...I now see... That life is priceless Not useless like it used to be My life isn't in distress I've longed to be truly free