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-=The Loss of Me=-


To myself i grieve, the loss of me
and beg the audience for which i seek
the truth in knowledge, set me free,
for i have gained the pain from knowing me
All that I have left is my cross, and evidently
It is all i need, but still I see
The loss of me, taking over and pulling away
the shards of sanity, I have gained the one
at the loss of it all, and fear is one in harmony
intersecting all my lifelong pleas
to rest apon this tired brow, for now
I shall lap from the dew of the spring,
invigorating me once more, if just a moment
I can finally see, and gain the love I beg for
Tirelessly.


©2003 Samurai!FX/Marc Guerrero