Hate rains down upon my naked soul, clashing with a conscience that is
almost dead
I fight against the pain of uncertainty, falling into oblivion I writhe
I scream
I shudder on the end of hate's double-edged blade and close my eyes in
surrender

There is silence...
Followed by more silence...
And I sleep, unwilling to awaken
Afraid to face truth

And, though the haze that becomes my dreams a voice can be heard
Calling, pleading, and I am grasped by hands
Hands that comfort
Hands that protect
Hands that belong to you

This existence called life is worth living, and willingly I awaken.
Though your eyes I am able to see
Through your eyes I am able to see
Through your skin I am able to feel
Through your mind I am able to think

Through your love I am able- to be alive
Through you....I am

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Slyphian, in the year 122 MA.