Scribbling pain on my stitched up heart
I feel, I ache,
I beg for a cure for this torment.
Ripping memories through dark jungles,
I stride through hopes and muddy comforts.
I seek selfish help and broken words;
I hope for better consolation,
through strikes of lightning
in my superstorm.
Unscrambled dreams possess
untimely divine is lost,
chased by unlawful creatures
attracted by the scent of my confined soul.
Sparked such fear,
good dreams are scarce
send forth my madness
into my forte of hopes.
Sprinkle my heart with your healing loving,
and run with me down streaming waters
catch my wings and teach me to fly
help me be born again.