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I stretch out my arms to the sky and cry to heaven.
"Where have you gone?"
Pieces of myself lost in the fabric of life, drifting without shape.
"Who are you now?"
Is this my destiny and will it come to a happy end?
"What is it you want?"
Darkness takes me into its great mouth and gnaws on my brain.
"Do you even stand a chance?"
I hold on with both hands to the twine made up of my strength.
"How long can you remain?"
Bruised, battered and heart full of so much pain.
"When will you return?"
They see my face yet not my soul and understand nothing.
"Don't you know I need you?"
Written September 13, 1995
By Oktobre Taylor
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