The blade rests upon my skin
I feel the coldness of its breath
As I sit in silence, waiting.
Hoping for it all to end.
Tears come as darkness falls,
I bite my lip as I wait,
Wait for what I hope will never come.
The pain, the blood, I wait for it all,
But as I sit there and wait I realize
It is only a memory
Of what I used to be
Before the Lord saved me,
For He gave me
The life I was waiting for.
