Bless me with pain, I want to feel alive. Bless me with tears, I need to cry out. Bless me with love, I want to shine. Bless me to pray, to push this void. Bless me to beat despair, to breathe in. Bless me to write, to live once again. Bless me a fresh start, to wake up my. Please bless me with pain, I want to live. Words are out of my grip. My fingers have stopped writing. The struggle I had to do, to write such less words, was very hard on me.

Punctuating lightly, this soaking evening. Quicksilver surges wheedles me; this roosting shell;. Moistening my dried out wellsprings of nihilities. Sunkissed granules underneath, emit a rhythm;. Their thawing breaths, mellow my wintry heart. Numbness trickles evenly, conjuring life in my bushed senses;.

Sounds Of A Broken Radio. It is you I beg. To save me from myself. And focus on the real. The man that wishes to sleep. Anything that he could have had. Was not enough for him. You could have me all. And I want to let you. At least you could be sure.