A Voice in the Dark (2/03/06)

I cried for a long time,
waiting for a sign, relief
from the pain couldn't be
found in cutting or wine.
A voice in the dark, the
one I longed to hear,
your voice carrying me
here.
Sleep is a weary traveler's
friend, death the broken-
hearted's. For my weary
soul bring a voice in the dark.
A voice in the dark, a stir
of the echoes, silence in
place of death. Grasp and
hold my memories still.
Tranquil lie the vows of
marriage, broken lie the
bands of love, bloody lie the
hearts of the weary soul,
longing desperately for love.