beyond faith

i am tortured and damned
by the very
dreams
visions
hopes
that i thought
made me
who i am

created for the sly smile
not to be realized
tasted
smelled
or escaped
yet
haunting all the while

i am on the verge. . .

i am on the verge. . .
of either
a complete and disastrous breakdown
or
an incredible and amazing breakthru

fasting

lord, can you hear
me call out your name
lord, can you hear
me ask for healing

lord, are you there
cause i swear
sometimes when i reach for you
all i feel is air

empty

well i looked my demons in the eyes,
laid bare my chest, said do your best, destroy me.
you see, i've been to hell and back so many times,
i must admit you kind of bore me.
there's a lot of things that can kill a man,
there's a lot of ways to die,
listen, some already did that walked beside me.
there's alot of things i don't understand,
why so many people lie.
its the hurt i hide inside that fuels the fire inside me.
will i always feel this way?
so empty, so estranged
 -ray lamontagne