Horror In My Wake

All the moments that I spent dreaming

Nothing could prepare me for this

No books, wise words or experience

Could warn me of your kiss


From darkness to light you take me

A gentle hand to guide me this far

Not a single wish was granted

And still - here you are


No words can convince me to believe 

That I deserve the warmth of your heart

You see the horror in my wake

Yet you see in my pain there is art


You put me on canvas, you draw me

You help me to understand

That misery creates the unique

It guides the pen in my hand


Lost, I wandered

To be found by you

Now I cling to you dearly

For hearts like yours are few

The End

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