The Blasphemy of my Heart

With haunting silence,
I follow the steps you've made.
Crawling with despair,
I remember the mistakes you gave.

With blood stained hands,
I reach for the promises you spoke.
On the horizon I see your face,
Uttering words, from which I choke.

Pain giving bursts,
Beating inside my chest.
Caressing my heart,
With a needle and thread.

I sew my battered soul,
Urging scars to repeat their pain.
Hence forth I am broken,
Driven from all that is sane.

My death bed is before me,
A cross lays where I cannot reach.
A pastor tries to calm my heart,
Yet unheard remains his speech.

Lost forever in a jail,
That keeps my heart in vain.
Leaving my soul beaten,
I try to ignore all the pain.

The torture haunting my soul,
Yes, still killing off love.
Reaching silently for heart ache,
I reach for all that is above.

My entire body twists,
And my bones are broken slow.
My arms begins to bend,
As I lose my golden halo.

It shatters to the ground,
Turns black, and fades like dust.
Instead of burning flesh,
My body begins to rust.

Slowly aching, I cry,
Blood falling from my cheek.
My eyes swell in the pain,
My heart dies in the grief.

With haunting silence,
I follow the steps you've made.
Crawling with despair,
I remember the mistakes you gave.

-Liz-