Monday, August 29, 2005
The Fallen
Save me, for I have fallen
Pierced, in the side through mine own obsession for truth
Falling, flailing-out through bewildered spite
and bringing down around me those whom I cared for
We lie, bleeding upon the plains of anger
our saving truths
too late to salve
the poisoned wounds in our embittered minds.
White lies and half-truths
where most would pass over
I obsessed, and pushed too far
past care, past time; past redemption
Please forgive me.
Pierced, in the side through mine own obsession for truth
Falling, flailing-out through bewildered spite
and bringing down around me those whom I cared for
We lie, bleeding upon the plains of anger
our saving truths
too late to salve
the poisoned wounds in our embittered minds.
White lies and half-truths
where most would pass over
I obsessed, and pushed too far
past care, past time; past redemption
Please forgive me.
