~wounded~

~WOUNDED~ Please forgive me... Sometimes th' hardships of life,devour Th' Lamb within Strife n' cares of this world,often render me carnal Pain and past failures,exhume hideous expressions of hate Animosity it seems,pacifieth these insurrections too surely Pardons are non~existant,in these upheavals of melancholy The abandonings of my love,leaves my soul segregatious Reckoning runs rampant,for seek of repression's remedy For an cure for this curse,I long for th' day's dawning My friends and lovers of fair,I beg your patience for my burdening In th' finest moment in time,I hope we share bluest skies For all hearts' desires granted,I would lay myself to rest Even ones who loathe me,I would not allow their seclusion If my truest of spirit and flesh,attain symmetry harmon'd... You will see expressly how precious,you are to my delight'ng But so many wounds exist,of battles long 'fore fought... It is of a truth I am,from them all...dying ~AZAZA~'09