Coven Of My Darkest Secrets

Are you not the ONE? Vaguely in my DREAMS FRAY away not from me In your PRESENCE, my REFUGE, I seek my SOLACE My ESCAPISM from this futile, jaded BEING Of endless SORROW and fested with FALLACIES Encased in a SNOWGLOBE Imbued with LONGING Upon the RETURN Of your second COMING

Excerpt II

Tears flowed like nobody business, somehow, the tear glands are hyperactive now...and it is causing pain...but not as painful as heartache. Like a cold knife, stabbing hard, repeatedly, at the same wounded spot. And I am bleeding, silently, I am screaming, but no words came out.

I want to run, as far as my legs could take me, endlessly...without stopping for even a single second, until...I am out and away from this jaded life.

Who...can bring me away, and help me to break free, or make me disappear into the atmosphere? Can you?