The Storm On the Sea Of Galili

Pain by now you know me by name

Drop by drop you corrode sanity

You let me watch each incision

Without a bother for precision

You leave horrible scars across my frail heart

You call it life

I call it Hell

Hope for us is a dark night with a shy moon that won’t come out to play

First you cry

Then you wish to die

After comes nothing but numbness

The days become a struggle

The nights become long watch hours

Only the peaceful know sleep

Above all this

I neither fear the pain or grief

My bleakest thought would be losing you

Not just your body

But your heart and spirit to the ever closing pain

A soul snatcher it is

A killer of love and all that believe in it


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