Slaughtered

You slaughtered my heart; and left no room for family or what with them lye’s.
You stole the amulet off of my neck as if I was of some disdain profit.
Have I become the scapegoat to your world? Or a forgotten nobody who cannot be heard?
I feel the nails penetrating my heart, for my hands have suffered enough.
Did I become Abel? Are you not Cain?
Though, I suffer no wound of physical measure, have you not butchered my heart?
My love is the river that flows blood not water, it has become dry.
Christ where are you? I feel no warmth or protection; I am tired of this undesirable home.

I am alone, Cain; with the death of my love once again; I am alone with the thoughts that tick like a time bomb waiting to go off.
What lies are justified? What sins are easily forgiven?
Am I the portrayer of familiarity or has she become you?
Cain please do not rob me of my strength to fight back; for you have stolen my life one too many times.
Do what you will, for free choice you do own.
My neck lays bare; my hair, the deranged mess it has become; the blood that gushes from my palms- yet I am not Christ, I have been crucified by you Cain, and your Romans.

Forget me brother, sister, mother, father and place the thorns of the forgotten upon my brow.
Though things between us will never be okay, or so it seems Cain-
I will bow my head before Jesus Christ, my Lord to restore my heart and love, that I fear has been forever lost…
But, Cain, although you have decimated my being; I want you to know I love you.
All of your sins are forgiven, for our troubles rise above us. Just take mercy on my breathless life; for the slaughtering of this lamb- has caused the herd to be forgotten.