Shattered

On this dark morn, I can not....

Lord, Father, my God,

Please, spare me,

I have shattered,

He took with him my heart,

Like a thief in the night,

Broken the glass,

As I slumbered,

Killed the God in me,

He snuck about,

Filing away at my bones,

And crushing all the light out,

Devoured my soul,

Just as I begged him to,

Just as he asked of me,

Foolish,

I am drowned,

In shock of the numb,

And yet,

I can not tell,

I can not demand his repent,

For my love was a mere plastic caricature,

On the mantle of his kiln,

I AM the ashes that he drank,

He is the sin I took,

And now I pay,

And now I pay,

I fear tomorrow,

When the numb fades,

And all I am left with,

Is the darkness and the blankets,

Of the stale sheets,

That were once ours,

That are now mine,

That are now hers,

That are now yours,

I am shattered,

And there is no mercy,

And you feel nothing,

And I can not ask you to,

No, not even now,

No, I can not bear,

No, to put such a burden on HIM,

I can not breathe,

And the boots that lie in the corner,

And the books,

That bare blank pages,

You have robbed me blind,

I forgive you.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Ah youth its innocence is always so sad to see lost

[Tony]

You create some interesting parallels here. Very creative imagery-- really feeling the intensity here! The meloncholy is highly engaging as well.

[Light]

a stolen heart. what a precious thing to take. left with only the darkness of blankets and sorrow! tragically beautiful!

-light-