Posted: Wednesday, January 30, 2013 7:59:45 PM
Fog from my breath,
Suspended in the air.
Will I meet my death, Deep in the Devil's lair?
Hands trembling in fear,
Grasping the silver cross.
Wiping away foolish tears,
Just retribution for my loss.
Stepping across the threshold,
Down a path with no return.
My final chapter being told.
Cast into the fire to burn.
The sanctuary is quiet and vacant.
I stand before my Mother Mary,
Her eyes passing judgement.
This sin I'm willing to carry.
Swinging open the office door,
Fear shadows the pastor's face.
Understanding what was in store,
From a child he used to embrace.
A false prophet witha black soul,
Falls prey to my homemade knife.
Piercing his heart will make me whole.
A sharpened cross ends his life.
Vision ending as I awaken,
Warm blood adorns my fingers.
Seeing the blade leaves me shaken,
Cutting will never bring me closure.