Cry Of The Afflicted

I stumble in the mist, my walk is bent, my strength drifts away
It's drowning in the silt
I bleed myself, I fall asleep; In waking all is lost, without the pain
What will stanch the blood?
I'm falling down
All that I had, all that I am, will stain the sand
In darkness falls, the worst story I've ever told
The tale of my soul
Can you take me from the ground, where my ghost was born,
And your life found, carry me away
And now I'm safe, my wounds will heal, I'll never return to this haunted grave
Lift me up and soar
I've gone away
All that I had, all that I was, has gone with the tide
In sunlight's rise, the best story I've ever told
The tale of my soul
Do you recall, the poem, whispers on my lips,
The things I wrote, keep them close