UNFORGIVABLE

the fires of heaven burn above
as i spiral throughout the night
i still yearn for the touch of torture

Time and again I scour the skies
For the remains of Her scattered corpse
I will never forget when Faith died
Looking for Her where the highway forks

I hate to see Her go but I love to watch Her leave
Leaving me zero seasons, if only I could grieve
But I believe now that She is in a better place
Even though, just for myself, we know that Hell awaits
So, they say that the eyes are the windows of the soul
But as I stare into the mirror I feel less than whole
I have no Faith and cannot fathom infernal costs
But to live vicariously through all the Fausts

Time and again I drift among graves
For the remains of Her silver ghast
I can never forgive when Faith braved
The fires devouring our haunted past

the fires of heaven burn above
as i spiral throughout the night
i still yearn for the touch of torture
existence of the purest unloved
who will remember the mourning light
among phantasies that I conjure?

I have cursed Father a thousand times
The unforgivable rape of Faith
But who will pay the price for the crime
That left Her as a beautiful wraith?

I will have reckoning and consequences be damned
Here at the cusp of chaos whence I make my last stand
I live in a pit of rage that I feel is well earned
This baleful perdition where all His scriptures shall burn
But I feel like such a coward beneath judgment’s gaze
And I fear the failure coalescing within the blaze
That I will not fulfill the vow that I gave to Her
My precious Faith crucified for the sake He construed

I have cursed Heaven for all their grace
The unforgivable rape of Her
But who sacrificed her on the face
That haunts the abyss I cannot spurn

the fires of heaven burn above
as i spiral throughout the night
i still yearn for the touch of torture
existence of the purest unloved
who will remember the mourning light
among phantasies that I conjure?

Die again within lucid dreaming
As bedeviled details and screaming
Vengeance is best served cold in despair
When trust is broken beyond repair
Haunted by the saintless cenobites
Crawling among poisonous widows
Biting the fresh scabs under necrose
Killing the name forsaken for me
Cast to the stones with the love bereaved
And left to rot with the parasites

the fires of heaven burn above
as i spiral throughout the night
i still yearn for the touch of torture
existence of the purest unloved
who will remember the mourning light
among phantasies that I conjure?

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Dark and deep, cursing the Almighty for the loss of her, the loss of faith. Mournful and wretched, so many emotions coming through. The repetition works well as does your imagination. An interesting read. What a scary avatar you have MrSpook. Spooks me.

Chris

[HadesRising]

Thank you for you're feedback, I have very dark mind, and I changed my avatar of a more appropriate picture of my self.

[Chris Shaw]

Well that is less scary to me at this unGodly hour, so I thank you :)

[imagesinwords]

You write very dark poetry. And it is extremely good.

[Zara619]

Very dark but cool liked it a lot