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

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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

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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

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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

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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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