An Observation of Grief

An observation of grief

Every day is the same
But the clock's still counting down
Will I see Your light at the end
Or will I just rot in the ground?

Tirelessly sedating
Always trying to escape
Being alone in the dark of my mind
What will it say to me?

The ground removed from
Beneath my feet
I cannot breathe
Existence is deafening

Every day is the same
But the clock's still counting down
Will I see Your light at the end
Or will I just rot in the ground?

Lord haste the day
When my faith is sight
I can't take another day
I can't live another night

Crawling to the altar
With broken bones
I come bleeding
As He calls me home

Gritting my teeth
Writhing in my sleep
I thought I was
Alone

I feel it all
Slipping away
I heard Your call
Come take me away

Lord haste the day
When my faith is sight
I can't take another day
I can't live another night