A long awaited savior
inevitably leaves in the
end...
This is known by the
followers,
but what of those
who never ask
for assistance...



You 'saved' my soul
after years of mental
torment...
dragging me out of my
comfortable little world
into the darkness
of reality...
forcing me to look into
my surroundings to
make out the shapes,
though lacking sufficient light...
You changed me,
but not the world...
still, you dropped me on my
feet, though I quickly
collapsed onto my knees...
You left my elevated soul
flustering
in a world that soon
modified itself
so as to maliciously
tear my soul to pieces
once again...