Aching Aching
Always aching
My perfect red heart
Clenched by the nails
Of the devil

I am yours
Always beautiful
Always aching
You have me in your grip
And there is no escaping

I followed you
Like a good little girl
Then I hated you
As the woman I am now
Aching

I did not beg for this hatred
This marvelous and bitter soul
Stretched and torn
Sweetly embraced
In the arms of the devil

Is this a virtue or a curse?
Loving you and aching
My beautiful soul
Slowly breaking
Aching and aching

My sins are not forgiven
As I stare into your despair
You will not let me go
So I will stay like a coward
Aching

I will face my death, my penalty
My ultimate savior, a friend
My soul breaking into thousands of crows
As I stand at the edge of the cliff of my Love
Above me, limitless grey clouds
Aching?
There is no more aching.
I have let go.