Arms Most Cold
Forsaken in this abyss surrounding.
Forsaken in this abyss surrounding.
Her spirit wounded, as in the darkness alone
She embraced those arms most cold.
Life with the beauty now forever hidden,
As the light breaches not the depth of this abyss chosen.
Weep I not for the life extinguished
Yet for those who saw not her wounded spirit
Rage I that not even one did hear her plea
Would I that her cries and pleading
Reached my ear, still the deed be done.
So I weep for that which now to her belongs alone.
Forever to embrace those arms most cold.
©Words the Windows to the Soul 2009
There is so much touching emotion here. You seem to be releasing so much more...
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