28 December 2012
Left alone in a corner of a room, depression seems to always loom. Mistakes often come to revisit the gloom, my repeated sins in this dark room.
I know my actions are wrong, yet I continue the downward trend, deeper into depression, my actions send.
When all hope seems lost, defeated at every turn, you are their to feed what I really truly yearn.
Your love is beyond compare, how can you continue to accept me? Willfully running to sin, from your grace I openly flee.
"If I left to you die, what kind of friend would I be"? Your words I always remember, loving warmth that kills the chill of December.
Lost But Not Forgotten • Opuss № I