Sorrow carries me through the days.
Keep the loss close, near my heart.
Hold me, embrace me, my body
mirrors torments deep in my soul.
Emptiness echoes through nothing,
crashing on shores of tears and sobs.
I flinch as the images course
on a spiral, stark and twisted.
An open hand, invitation
offered freely, oft sincerely
disregarded and rejected
wholeheartedly without remorse.
I do not want to masquerade.
No, happiness awaits me here.
Strike down my greed, my bitter will.
Replace heartache with pain, Mistress.
Teach me to carry it with pride
I can unmake my undoing,
grow under your tender caress.
This, I profess, confess to thee,
for as long as I feel you here,
I know that you will be my guide
by your mercy, I am alive.
