Love From Above

*May 25, 2005*

All I want

is some love from above.

To have my heart captured

by the dear Lord.

Instead it feels like I am fighting

for it back from hell.

My parents hate me.

My friends hate me.

The only person I have left

is my shadow at deaths hour.

There is no time

to save me.

I am already down too far.

Too far to breath,

the rotten air from above.

I reach out my hand,

at the smoldering sun.

To try and find someone's hand.

I need that hand to pull me

aboard the sailing ship of a real life.

But instead I am only left to think one more thing.

All I want

is some love from above.

As I cry molten rock from my eyes,

the world above me goes on.

The ones I loved move on,

and find someone knew to pester.

I scream for help

from deep in my death sea.

But all that surfaces is a hurricane.

And to everyone above the surface of hell,

the hurricane screams my message.

"All I want

is some love from above."

Then a hand reaches out towards me.

Takes my limp body,

and warms me with kindness.

The kindness relieves me,

and once for the first time

I have my heart back.

The eyes of my helper

are warm and comforting.

I then remember who he is.

I can't remember his name,

But his warm heart tells me his purpose.

Maximum love for me.