words spoken softly
may still pierce my heart
and stain themselves crimson.

cast your carnations to brimstone
please, i reminisce upon a
voice like rushing waters;

you wield daggers that cut
not so sweet as they sound, you
sun shining in all its brilliance;

try as you might, i am frail
dont gaze upon me as though i am
seven stars in your hands;

i crumble at the whisper of a touch,
my eyes upon you, pillars of salt
the beat of my heart
a betrayal of biblical proportions

i know what comes next
[revelations]