I want to scream.

(And break my voice with jagged edges...)

...Get down on my knees and pray,
just stay there till I'm old and grey,
until I feel life fade away...

[...just wither down into the ground,
and give myself to all the roses.]

I'm broken in with all the weeping,
It hurts the sky I hear it screaming.
Is the world still melting round me,
or is it God has somehow found me?
{Lost within this painful dream,
where once reality had been. }

I feel it still, his soul is tearing,
I pray to God to hear his cries,
And though he says he's hardly bleeding
I see the pain still in his eyes.