Will You

Will you let me run, will you let me hide,
Will you help me let go of all that’s inside

Will you stand by me, will you help me please,
Will you push me off the edge when need be

Will you match my step, will you walk with me,
Will you be my shoulder when I’m not at ease

Will you be my savior, will you be my knight,
Will you save me from myself whether day or night

Will you let me cry, will you let me scream,
Will you hurt me again when I start to ease

Will you be my reaper, will you be the blade,
Will you cut me and leave me to let me bleed

Will you watch me sleep, will you hold my head,
Will you smile down at me as I start to fade

Will you be whoever when I need you to be,
Will you be the friend that I need


– ©2013 Raziel

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My Path

I walk these paths alone,
Cold and unforgiving stone,
Dark these streets of shadows are,
With no pity for my lonely soul,


If I ever meet a man old,
I’d ask him for his pot of gold
If only to bask in his reflection,
For a moment feel not alone,


I’d rather die than be cut in half,
Burnt alive, to the wind like chaff,
But words can never make me bleed,
Guess the tools I own are blunt,


Like Atlas, this is mine to bear
A teary weight I cannot share
I try to scream, gather a crowd
But this secret’s mine to shroud


My salvation is to learn by touch
From the stone below my feet
So I’ll keep to this path alone,
Till the time I turn to stone



– ©2013 Raziel

Powerless

The wind will blow even if I cry,
The vase will crash even if I try,

I wish for once time stood still,
But the wheels drone on in its mill,

With every beat of its marching band,
Another day’s losses I write in sand,

I wish I had time to stop and stare,
To stand in place, to listen and care,

Far in the distance an oasis lies,
With dreamy trees, under blue skies,

In search of this heaven I trudge on,
For as long as my breath can sing along

Then one day I will find my bed,
People will gather, but nothing will be said,

For I’d have spent my waking years,
In search of a mirage, living with fears,

And have earned nothing to show,
Only amassed baubles, I’d have to forgo


– Raziel ©2013