(Something a bit different)

I have a bomb in my *****
Throbbing, pounding
Building in pressure and time is running out.
Time is running out for us.
Deep dark desperation rapes us,
Makes us ill and feeble, stressed and apathetic.
Time is ticking,
And the Void is on the Edge.

Forgive me Father for I have sinned.
I cross my heart and heat the pin
To burn out the angels and tarnish my soul.
Dark Father, I have forgotten your goal.

Our Cathedral stands atop basalt
Chaos churns its eternal assault
Across the horizon where my tears were shed.
Forgive me Father, I should be dead.

The Throne upon which your eternal flame
Rests on my brow - a crown of shame,
Has beauty and light crossing it's face.
Forgive me Father for kissing Grace.

Take my heart as if your own,
Make it bleed and make it moan
It's confessions upon the cold earthy ground.
Forgive me Father, for the Light that I found.

His heavy boots step onto the snow with a crunch.
Stopping, he gazes down at her beauty frozen in the Winter;
A perfect red rose held forever in her hand.

Golden tresses iced with death's sweat
Spread around her face; a mask, a headdress ...

He sighs and walks away.

My loss remains an unspoken word.
My ears are deaf, though I have heard
The Silence creep across my face.
I sleep at night with forgotten grace.

The voice that reigned as if my Lord
Falls quiet amongst the boisterous horde
Of Night Fiends and creatures that claw at my bed.
Sometimes I feel I waken as one of the dead.

And Silence is the enemy.