Dear Faithless Slipping Soul,

Dear Faithless Slipping Soul, You’ve left this all away again. With things I cannot fix. Those pleading eyes are asking more then I could ever give. I need more then simple afternoons. I’m dying and your promising my broken dreams formed on faded yesterdays. Set me free and turn your scornful cheek. The stone I’ve set beneath this blanketing snow to eat away the useless pleas to see another Sunset. Wait for spring to come and melt away the callous tomb and seek for dreams I never placed The rain is cold and stealing kisses form my cheeks dying simple soul. Cant you see me standing in the shadow of this abandoned street. Racing life and passing cars slipping from your grasping breath. They have failed you. Suicidal tendency are breaking though that therapeutic smile. Therapy is slipping out like a distant wonderland that never held your faith and now your saving grace is mocking you with demon eyes every morning with its mandatory sitting. Please wait and meet where our love did die. Beneath that willow tree where blue eyes did fade to callous miss constructed black that laid behind the soul of eve. A hero’s coming. Their always searching and that tree always sent its blessing. Trust what it always said as we wait for the rain to die and passersby would always stop and pleas for us to follow. Every one wants to save the safest sheep but no one dreams to bring the wolves a scrap of meat. I hope this finds you bleeding And a step away from breathing In the grasp of dying arms I find my solitude and love Within the eyes of hatred I drink my cups of sorrow A find…… What I always see That I am what I said I need And nothing less then shadows P.S. we knew it true