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My Angel saved my life 

She relinquished all my strife 

The gangs, drugs, hoes galore 

It seemed like every week i was with some whore 

She saw the good in me and took a chance 

Saved my life made me take a different stance 

Helped me beat my internal battle helped me be myself 

Helped me not pursue lust, your love is my everlasting wealth 

Without you I would be in jail on drugs a father or dead 

You saved me from drowning in life's temptations, now I look straight ahead 

And i see you my Angel shining, giving me your arm helping me stay straight 

Helping be myself, the amazing person I am is because of you and it is great 

Together we are unstoppable, you saved me it's all because of you 

You are my Angel, and I love you with every ounce of my heart soul and mind, and that my Angel is true 

Like a dull blade to an unprotected heart, the bittersweet thoughts trickle through my mind like an IV injecting its serum to somehow keep me alive. This IV keeps me holding onto life but it doesn't mask the pain, the temptation, the phobia. I try to stay awake before the anistesia overwhelms my soul, keeping me from understanding what is real and what is fiction. Im in the hospital due to an overdose on emotion. I consumed the fleshly desires like pills fresh out of the medicine cabinet until I could take no more. This high was tempting for more, but its presence was only temporary. I suddenly wake up, lying on the floor in confusion and despair, as if my soul and everything in it was thrown in the trash of incomplete dreams. I panic and begin to run down these winding roads searching for the path He has set for me but i forget to read the signs as i rush pass them and then become lost. I suddenly awake in this hospital bed, opening my eyes to reality. I see Him. I see Him 

I rose from the ashes to find new life,one where thing's are good and bright. I rose from the dark to find new faith one where there's peace and hope. I rose from the evil to find Jesus Christ where he give's me straight to face a new day.

2 knives, in each side..
2 eyes burning through my heart..
empty fragments, words drifting in & out of the past
memories turn to ash as we sift them around the palms of our hands..
crippled & gone.. time to move on.
to solidify my dreams..
hate myself.. waste of space, waste of air..
I dove into hell.
God please pull me back together, stitch up these ripped seams..

you're like the blade dragged across my stomach
or the scorching flame against my bare skin...
I want you out of my life
I want you up from under this skin
demons, demons, I can't let you win..
for I am not your kin...

everthing I want, I cannot have.
all that I reach for, I cannot grab..
the rainest of days bring me back to visions i've attempted to smudge out with you..
I guess it was easier on the other end.
but who's to say where & when...

covered in blood, pushed into the mud, I will stand up again.
open scars, out of breath, I must remain relentless.
shadows chasing me, run run, but they consumed all the light..
crouched in fright, nails dug into my back
they're trying to pin down these wings...
hoping i'll never take flight.
using all my energy to break away, fight them off with all my might, all my will...
but they keep whispering "kill... kill.."

legion, you've defiled me,
for you are the fallen, in unity.
this cross lays heavy on my back..
I think i'm starting to crack.
my barriers are thin & I wish I could let God in
but there's just one set of footprints in the sand
no savior to hold my hand
freezing cold.
the ocean looks like a black hole..
if I were to set sail, how could I ever return?
i'd be spun around in circles, triangles, squares
what would I learn?

even though the sun still shines
even though some of the grass is still green
even though there are plenty of trees
I cant stop looking down.. down on me.
the hail is sharp from this dark cloud.
storm hovers above.
I try to clear it out, but I can't with no love

depleted but not empty
awakened in the midst of deep sleep
dead in this life
strife impailed
left hung, waiting to burn..
I never dug my own grave
I only ever cried to be saved.