Wash me..

Another morning woke. A drawn out night be shed.  
The voices of the past provoke the screaming in my head.  
I try moving on in frantic hope of a fresh new slate.  
I am struggling to defy this mess surrounded by the hate.  
With arms outstretched I cry to the heavens.  
Send tears to the heights on wings of ravens.  
Feel my pain. See me languish.  
Send seminal rain to wash free my anguish.  
Please send me a cleansing immaculate.  
Wipe clean this road weary statuette.  
I plead from within for a heaven sent saviour,
To enter my soul and change this behaviour.  
For another long night to be spent in my head.  
Could lead me much close to the land of the dead.  
Though I do not believe they'll accept me so soon.  
The flow of the sea against the pull of the moon.  
So lead me right please 'o spirit on high.  
That the end of my journey not be in this nigh'.  
That I wake for the new day with new sight before me.  
And I can write the words to this unfinished story.  
My body so weak. My heart feeling sickly.  
Please cleanse me this hour.
I'm tiring so quickly..