Lonely

I'm sorry dear
For what you've done
You must not
Turn back toward me now

You lost yourself
In fallen ways
And I can't
Fall no further

I felt your love
Your soul was heard

You know you
Pierced right through me

Your gift of self
Thrown to the wind
Like dust it's
Blowing all around.

Your tender flesh
For hungry ghosts
You know, that I can
Hear them feeding

You must be real lonely
To let them take from you
You must be real lonely
To let them prey on you

You say you have
This love to give
Yet you receive
Hearts of darkness

You claim to know
The way you go
Yet blind paths
Are what you wander

The shadow fruit
Your gift of self
Is where they place the siphon

They take your flesh
For easy days
To make a feeding frenzy

They dig these graves
In infertile ground
Death is the seed they scatter

Your gift of self
Turned to a corpse
The price of their violation

You must be real lonely
To let them take from you

You must be real lonely
To let them prey on you



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Whalen
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