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Slight Of Pen
Savior

Dark and cold 
Void and bleak
This is the nightmare
In which I sleep

Empty of love
Drained of life
Loneliness harvests my soul
Like a scythe

Huddled for warmth
Freezing and sore
I once tasted love
My emotions crave more

The dark is too thick
I stumble and fall
I don’t see the light
There’s no help at all

I’m down on all fours
Gasping for air
I’ve lost all my grip
I’m too sick to care

And then you appeared
My angel so pure
You’ve given me hope
My savior my cure

Your tenderness heals
Your beauty revives
But alas you shall leave
And I’ll lie down to die