• At last we come to meet
    A mind to share, A lasting beat
    Do I trust to care for another life
    Or are my feelings just a joke
    and therefore,
    destined for strife
    driven to be crushed....


    God might answer, if I ask him right
    but to have truly wanted answers.
    He'd have shown me light
    so my prayers for her might bear some fruit.
    As to what that needs to be done,
    so sad to be the digging one
    and not know what to put
    in this hole settled on my chest. I ask
    who is it for this gaping hole.
    My feelings for her
    in plain sight whilst I fall
    as public eyes watch
    my vision blurs
    as drops of rain fall in this open cradle.
    I cut off all ties
    and fill this pit with engravings of crimson
    and lead.