The Angel Who Could Save me

~The Angel Who Could Save Me~

 

I'm trapped in darkness. I'm lost and don't have a clue.

I'm in a dark tunnel screaming your name and calling out for you.

I can't see where I'm going, it's so dark and I'm really scared and can't cope.

Your kind words keep my torch dimly lit and fill me with hope.

What gives me the strength to continue on, is the hope you will love me someday.

That I will hold your heart and mean something to you, somehow some way.

You are the only one who has the ability to completely save me.

And also rescue me from my world which is so melancholy.

Tear drops run down my cheek and fall to the stony ground.

When they hit, it makes a loud echoing sound.

If you ever want to find me, just follow the path of tears.

I'll be hiding somewhere waiting for you wallowing in my fears.

The light on my torch is starting to burn out.

I call out your name again with a really loud shout.

If you want to save me please hurry up I can't last much longer.

The tears are starting to fall even more, harder and stronger.

My hope is rapidly declining and into the dark, its fading.

I'm trying to hang on for you and keep on waiting.

So much time is passing, where are you?

You really are coming right? what I believe is true?

Out of desperation again I call out your name.

But just like before, the silence remains the same.

Feeling weaker and weaker, I fall to my knees.

Screaming and crying. Where are you? come save me please!

From all the crying its making my eyes start to burn, and my throat hurt.

I lay my face down on the cold, damp dirt.

With the little strength I have, I pick myself back up on my two feet.

I'm really weak, but I must continue on, if at the end of this tunnel we are going to meet.

It's getting darker, and darker, the light on my torch is flickering and almost dead.

How am I going to make it. How can I move ahead?

In a final attempt to reach out for you. I give your name one last scream.

Please save me. I'm begging for you. Please fulfill my dream.

When I hear nothing, something inside me dies and I fall to the floor.

I'm too weak, I can't take anymore.

Eventually I pass out from the heartbreak and all the tears I've cried.

When you finally make it to me. Like I said before, I'll be easy to find.

Just look for the puddle of melancholy tears. It won't be dried.

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[Ralphy]

nice write