Letters

A small message we send into the abyss
Kneeling down heads bowed, faith wavers...
Flames in the rain.

But once again we kneel.
A small message to saviour that we don't visit.
Only he knows what he is doing.
Or why your message may or may not have been recieved.

And still, you call.
Not knowing the echos of the abyss atrract many.
Some that write back with venomous pens.
Where your saviour is, you can't tell.

Eventually all eyes are on you.
Different vibes that may push you off track.
Down a slippery road.
Into a pit of darkness.

One where messages are not sent only recieved.
Flooded by messages that make you not care.
Misdirection, mixed with vile intentions left you drowning in the pool you allowed to happen.