Still staring on the space between
Belief and love; all I have seen
Are filth and lust when on my flesh
And blood, when doubts are born refreshed.
Oh now I write again these things,
That give me hope sometimes, that seems
So light and dark depending on
The mood and ghosts that live upon
My clothes and skins when I am gone,
Far from the awakening sun.
Alas! I guess I lost my faith.
(A void that brings a hope-like wraith)
I wish, again, for faith to stay,
So I could never go astray
Again, which gives another start
For me, myself, to break my heart.
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