Day and night,
night and day.
Hours, minuted and seconds
just bleeding into the next.
Perception fading in and out
set to the rhythm
of your broken
and bleeding hearts.
Lacking substantial rhyme or reason
for this display
of turbulence
I just loose myself
and pray,
just pray for the coming Light.
Pain,
blinding and all encompassing,
pain that rips my body asunder
and pulls my soul out of its apathy
as I collapse gasping for air.
Value judgment calls
about the worth of the person
who lacks your dogma,
and I can't help but feel pity
for the close minds
that cause so much pain.
I want to feel again,
I want my heart and soul to bleed
and feel the hope
as they feel in pain.
Every last passing second
as I wait and cry
I will stand and die
just to feel
Your heartbeat again.
I have nothing
but this heart to given,
broken and black
as I hope for something more.
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