sacrament

love is the thorns under her skin
she is free from the chains of sin
crimson flowing from the night
as angels fall through silver light
her eyes sown shut to match her god's
in the labyrinth of hearts she is lost
following the lie she has become
cries of pain from all but one
feeling the sorrow, god's only gift
such a burdin that she couldn't lift

by sajinn
posted on 08/11/2008