Prayer for the Damned

A tortured soul's despairing orison

Paint me, o reader of all
Paint me, I pray...
Show me my rise, and equal my fall
And give me a reason to stay.

Tell me the truth, o master
Tell me why I fly
Closer than ever to disaster
On wings of death, so high.

Take me, o lord of the flies
Take me on a ride through time
Make me my lay of traps and lies
And show me my sickening rhyme.

Drape me, o priest of pain
Drape me in the silk of reason
Tell me how to breathe again
In every moment of every season.

Touch me, o seasoned healer
Touch me with cross and holly
Mend my soul, and free her
And grant my mind her folly.

Tell me of me, my lord
Take me to me and by
Drape me in me so I can see
Touch me with me so I can cry...

Paint me, o reader of all,
Paint me, I pray...
Show me my rise, and equal my fall
And give me a reason to stay.