Saturday, February 03, 2007

Grant unto me

My mind is consumed with the thought of my death
Where is my place in this world?
Will you not grant me freedom?
Will you not grant me peace?
Darkness fills my being day and night
I long to see it leak out of me
In dark red rivers
Till I am empty but for you.

(God grant me a reason to live)

Written by Rachel 3/1/2007

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