He left me there; somewhere between life and death

I wish someone would come and restore the taste of life answer my prayers one way or another.

I saw the sun rise as if it were my first and then I said goodbye to the light, knowing it was my last.

Jesus painted the sky just for me and it’s a sight I no longer see.

The world is a tomb to me, full of statues and each of those statues has her face.

Most of all I long for death to release the pain of living