Mourning of your silence

I give to you the written thoughts of my naked soul
cut, open, bleeding into the ground
and into the hearts of all who matter
i receive so i may give, i give so i may bleed
as you can see, there’s not much left inside

a broken heart, a wounded soul
i enter black light as i watch your eyes unfold
so cold, so sweet, the tender kiss of the one who belongs to you
i open up to receive your rainbow, as the gods are content with what i’ve become,
and what i claim to be

a gift of love, a broken dove,
a dreamer’s scream from the world above
finally, you have opened your heart, and now i bleed my thoughts into you

a passing glance at the widow as she wakes
alone, sad, discontent, and yet she still strives for more
a picture cannot capture her strength and undying free will
forever, her spirit is free
while mine has been taken away

my naked thoughts of my bleeding soul
outstretched to God, asking once more to be whole
the torment of mind, as the secrets unwind
i still need to be with you

i cannot explain the feelings in my heart
so scrambled and lost, ripping my insides apart
the pain is killing me, yet will never let me cry
as the shadows die, a second chance i am given
crushed, yet alive; no longer breathing, yet will not die

an angel
rocking my cradle
as i slowly dissolve into the mourning of your silence
with only seconds remaining,
i ask that you break the barrier-
the one between your love and my own heart

a gift of love, a broken dove
a dreamer’s scream from the world above
finally, you have opened your heart, and i will die in your love so true