Lost I am, my angel, take me home, I gently plead

Lost I am, my angel, take me home, I gently plead, I surrendered the reins of my love to a stranger without face or presence, I stumble and fall on this empty, endless road, alone and lost, I traveled until tears were no longer a support in the past. I grind away in emptiness, a wardrobe abandoned by time and dreams, A defect of the sun, a polluted and lonely sunset that went undescribed, Lost deep, avoiding the signs that scream to be seen, yet I ignore, Lift me up, my love, I've fallen too many times, without help. I write these words that burst from my troubled and heavy mind, On a flying paper, with hands stained by blood and longing, mine alone, Inhibitions are my ink, sadness lends me the story, I hope these will lead me to the shattered wall of glory and greatness. Too tired to speak, too scared to sleep, I hide in silence, I keep my secrets in my heart, in a place too deep and severe, Please, open me, I'll give you the key, I want to know what it's like to be free, To feel the release that eludes me, to taste the light that calls me, fervent and sincere. In this silence, where only the echo of my thoughts still resounds and weeps, I lay down desires and fears, like a sculptor of my own shadow, which breaks, I spread my paper wings, hoping to fly far, beyond the clouds, To find that place where the soul finds its dreamed rest and fulfillment, cloudless.