Where is the woman I used to be
the Little Miss Sunshine whom,
when wherever she walked
the flowers grew and blossomed,
the grey clouds would part
to give way to beautiful blue skies
sunshine and fluffy clouds
The woman who all of God's creatures
would flock to her feet
the birds singing to her
the butterflies playing around her
the sun shining upon her
wind blowing just to touch her flesh
to blow back her flowing hair
Yet . now, all that remains
is scorched earth in her footprints
annihilation, destruction
the life being sucked out of every living thing
that comes into contact with her
the skies turning black, angry
and the wind blowing mercilessly
I reach down to touch my flesh
and it is cold, creeping, pale
my dark eyes crying tears of blood
blood that has long since been fresh
All I hear is the sound of my heart
barely beating, trying so hard to pump
the thick, black ooze through the undead
I want her back, the woman
who walked in your love
who was your every thought, need desire
I miss her almost as much as I miss your love
it was your love which
drove her, inspired her, warmed her
She needs you back into her realm
I long to be touched by you
to be in your favor again
to be wrapped in your
strong, loving, protective arms
keeping me from all loneliness
despair, anguish, emptiness, nothingness
Please, My Love...Come...Save Me
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