Why can’t you see don’t matter to me
You only exist in shadowy dreams
You're mine forever I won’t set you free
I’ll never listen to your angry screams
I can hear echoes
Reaching for my shattered soul
The beat of your heart
You begged for my heart like an arrogant knave
Love was a contest and you played to win
Your empty promise became my soul’s grave
Killing my mind you must pay for your sin
Forgiveness whispers
And we feel its influence
Louder than pain shouts
I’ve locked you up in a shrouded graveyard
You beg me for mercy but I demand more
I slash your hope with a bloodthirsty shard
Tie your spirit to my cold callous core
Even in darkness
If you look through honest eyes
Stars twinkle to life
My frozen soul stands empty and barren
Vows resonate, in chambers deserted
Still here I stand rejected by charon
Demons arrive and love is perverted
In a winter storm
If you gather warmth to you
Icicles will melt
Hate consumes me greedily devouring
The temple you built with amorous lines
The heaven we shared is swiftly souring
My desiccated faith in god declines
Even from deep despair
Angels can lift tortured minds
Saving us from sin
From smoldering remains the truth emerges
The hell I’m living in is in my mind
A small sign reads (placed where the road diverges)
“Abandon ye all hope; there’s none to find”
Fire sanctifies
Transgressions against nature
Purity endures
You lie there enthralled upon my altar
I’m in control of all you say and do
I engrave your soul and never falter
Eternally connecting me and you
The sound of your breath
Upon my battered psyche
Calms my savage rage
Too late I realize what hate has wrought
I sold my soul for you between my thighs
We struggle, but we can not break the knot
We’re lost and even god can’t hear our cries.
Even in silence
God bestows Absolution
Love breaches hell’s gate
Patricia Gibson-Little
Author notes
This was a hard challange. I'm not even quite sure I got the guidelines right, but here is what I came up with.
Patti
Written August 30th, 2002
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Thank you.
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BRAVO!
I think this is a brilliant write (in spite of your concerns about fitting format).
Great Job here!


