Lines Of Hate

Time shifts the sand,
Erroding at my soul,
Leaving me with nothing,
But one single goal,

Angels sing in motion,
A specticle of grace,
Although nothing shall mend,
Inside this place,

The shadows creak,
Walls shudder to pain,
A beginning awakens,
But still in vain,

The darkness feeds,
Upon my heart,
Now so heavy,
To fall apart.