Lonely

I'm sorry dear For what you've done You must not Turn back toward me now You lost yourself In fallen ways And I can't Fall no further I felt your love Your soul was heard You know you Pierced right through me Your gift of self Thrown to the wind Like dust it's Blowing all around. Your tender flesh For hungry ghosts You know, that I can Hear them feeding You must be real lonely To let them take from you You must be real lonely To let them prey on you You say you have This love to give Yet you receive Hearts of darkness You claim to know The way you go Yet blind paths Are what you wander The shadow fruit Your gift of self Is where they place the siphon They take your flesh For easy days To make a feeding frenzy They dig these graves In infertile ground Death is the seed they scatter Your gift of self Turned to a corpse The price of their violation You must be real lonely To let them take from you You must be real lonely To let them prey on you