The air I breathe has frozen in my lungs
and my heart has dried and grown thorns
the strands of my hair unravel and drape
over my face, covering my eyes from your sinister stare
It sends chills down my spine
and cripples the good in me
My clothes are covered in blood,
as I bleed your condescending words
My feet's have grown roots in this house of hell,
and I am too weak to runaway
the walls hold secrets of our past,
whispers of my longing soul is overpowered by
echoes of yours tormented
and I no longer pray to be saved
but sometimes I wish to be the air you breathe,
at least then I would be of meaning to you,
but nothing truly matters to you
so I curse the heavens instead, what such creator molded you?
You only exist in my dreams, where you taunt me even more,
so when I open my eyes, I pray "hear me!", begging to be saved
What such creator abandons his children and leaves them for hell?
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Souls Intertwined
PoetryIs it a crime to want all of you? Is it wrong if I want our souls to be intertwined? And if there's more to give and more of me, I'll give them all to you to prove my love for you
