I await the answers of my prayers...
my inner me laying still as if dead...
scared to branch out in the frozen air...
not sure if risking the touch should be bared...

oh yes some love me...
and they know my home...
and some hate me...
and wait for finding my tomb...

and I lay still in my fearful prayer...
not sure if I want to wake or fade away...
I breathe in the emotionless cold air...
I wonder why did I come here today...

Some loved me...
Once when I stll felt precious...
Some hated me...
How I felt the pressure...

It seems so simple to be free...
You slide in under the cover of darkness ranting and raving...
It so easy for everyone to see...
The brilliance among the flapping and waving...

It can be so hard to be loved...
To lay open and bare...
So hard to be feared...
Feelings raw in the sinister air...

The more you see of me...
More I need of you...
The realness of me...
Buried in you...

My hatred and fear...
Reflecting up at me...
Your scorns and tears...
Buried deep in me...

So here I am in the place I love...
Soft embrace of lights womb...
One more soft reverant return...
Soft wonderful, entombed...