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Trapped in four corners while the world around me continues spinning,
I have to fight this persecution; my heart is at war since we started sinning.
You leave and come back, My heart is under attack.
Morally it’s wrong, but I guess I can be morally challenged at times.
                                         I’m not fine
                                         I’m not good
                                         I’m not great
Conflicted with these feelings I at times hate.
Hanging on to my very last life line, I’m exhausted and tormented, not ready to face this execution.
I ask for restitution.
No sooner I ask to be redeemed,
For the 1st time I felt my soul bleed.
Tears burned my eyes and trickled down my face like acid,
The taste of your love once sweet now rancid,
I followed your lead,
Undignified by my own plead.
To stop this war I’m raging against my own metaphysical,
This fight is becoming critical,
The shield is no longer my protector, it has stopped protecting and I’m alone in this fight,
I ask my subconscious for insight.
I’m in-ternally bleeding, the wounds are now deeper.
I failed myself in letting you in, see, I was my keeper.
I put my trust in you and let down my guard,
You filled me with your venom, now I’m tainted and scarred.
Anyone who comes close becomes an opponent,
You destroyed my heart’s component.
It’s no longer able to function,
Not working in conjunction,
With the rest of me,
It’s now covered in black and resting eternally.