Dismay

i speed alone for all who ask/
and i adore your stain of glass/
and if you go/
well i would not ask anymore from you/
no i could not speak all these dreams untrue/
anymore/
and when i said goodnight to you/
in all of these places runs my fondest adieu/
run to my side/
always understanding the way/
oh i could not ask anymore from you/
and i did/
all these times before were true/
i was never lost, never gone to far from it/
prepare for me my bed of thorns/
so i may sleep where blood drips warm/
cover my hide/
let all these words come pouring out of me/
centering earth/
shatters tears/
let me wake/
from all these times now gone ahead/
i know it/