The heaviness of a sleepless night still clouds your mind as the morning sun rises over your shoulder. Even so, the darkness that engulfs you refuses to retreat.
You stare into the corner watching… and just like the love you once shared, the roses you bought her last week dies in silence.
The spaces between seconds becoming an eternity as its pedals drift slowly to the floor just like the black ice dripping from your heart.
The weight of desecrated years rises and falls with each ragged breath.
Gnashing teeth in the pit of your stomach remind you of the hope that died the night before, taking with it what remained of your life. The void left in its absence still fills the room.
The sickeningly sweet aroma of a rotting corpse fills the air as you hear the despiser laugh from behind the roses. He reminds you of the un-forgiveness he wrought, which still lies heavy long after she left.
You move deeper under the covers as you feel his icy finger beginning to crawl up your spine, defenseless to the despair that seeps deeper into your heart with each advance of his touch.
You long for deaths sleep, to hide from the scorn of her un-forgiving heart and escape the searing heat of love’s dying promise.
Unrelenting waves of regret begin to wash over you as you remember the dreams that now lie broken on the floor around you like so many rose petals. The despiser feeds and despair takes over, as you recount her words and the violence she masked behind them.
This world holds nothing more… tomorrows hope can only be found in the promise of His rest… or her forgiveness.
The despisers touch deepens as darkness takes over.
You stare into the corner watching… and just like the love you once shared, the roses you bought her last week dies in silence.
The spaces between seconds becoming an eternity as its pedals drift slowly to the floor just like the black ice dripping from your heart.
The weight of desecrated years rises and falls with each ragged breath.
Gnashing teeth in the pit of your stomach remind you of the hope that died the night before, taking with it what remained of your life. The void left in its absence still fills the room.
The sickeningly sweet aroma of a rotting corpse fills the air as you hear the despiser laugh from behind the roses. He reminds you of the un-forgiveness he wrought, which still lies heavy long after she left.
You move deeper under the covers as you feel his icy finger beginning to crawl up your spine, defenseless to the despair that seeps deeper into your heart with each advance of his touch.
You long for deaths sleep, to hide from the scorn of her un-forgiving heart and escape the searing heat of love’s dying promise.
Unrelenting waves of regret begin to wash over you as you remember the dreams that now lie broken on the floor around you like so many rose petals. The despiser feeds and despair takes over, as you recount her words and the violence she masked behind them.
This world holds nothing more… tomorrows hope can only be found in the promise of His rest… or her forgiveness.
The despisers touch deepens as darkness takes over.
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