Can I trust?
If I have a choice
Can I truly love
the purest of glory?
With my mind I do.
As my heart screams for
the noise, the rush, the love and
filthy worship of this
soot covered Earth
I will turn form me.
Will I turn from me?
I will wretch this heart from
my chest bloody and
monstrous if it betrays
my soul. I will bury it
far away, though I know
I will drown and wish
for it once more
go back and watch as
my cleaned hands
tear up the dirt and
tear out the new
snow white heart
you gave me
and attempt to stitch
my dead one in it's place.
In that moment will I cry for help
to fight my hands? Or will I wait
Then weep as I long for my pure life
once more?