If by Christ
The wills promise
Of heart pounding delight
Would ever release its might
That I in tainted oblivion
May again find the light
To walk again whole
Complete
Without the shackles around my feet
That bound me to you.
If by Christ
That I again could breath
The sanctity wherein you leave
Me whole to gathers myself
About
To be even but a glimmer
Of my former self.
If by Christ
That shall never be
Then let me die in her
Treachery
To fade fast where memories
Dont linger
In deaths soft darkness
To feel no more.
Alisdaire O'Caoimph
A