I must go away, in this noxious world of yours I cannot smile.
With my smothered lips and the poisoned kisses, my poignant heart that bleeds on your floor. When the weeping ghosts underneath our bed grab my crucified feet. From such fabled bliss, I was coldly awakened. And when in silence, my powder blue sky is abruptly overshadowed, by the black clouds of my burning soul. Who will paint a road in Calvary for me to follow? It is not that I do not love you, but loving you more than I love myself, has proven to be the end of my book. So many torn pages, unfinished lines.
Unredeemed. To live, I must amputate the author of my destiny. and start anew, like a phoenix freshly risen from the ashes.