The way you hold his hand I
                   Look down at mine and I
              Know you could never
                       Hold my hand that way.

You chose to love him over me
       Breaking my heart yet another time
    Bleeding me out for another rhyme
But no, I'm just raging in jealousy.

We are so compatible
       You and
              I.

But again, again, and again;
      You don't see how true I am for you,
   How much I have dedicated myself for you,
All the sacrifice I make for you.

Perhaps love is, indeed, blind.

All the love in heart's blood fails,
The fierce anger becomes silent.
Despair dissipates and dissolves,
Wounds close and become scars.

Tears dry to nothingness,
Wasted away beyond cry.
Withering away from you,
Painfully walking away.

That furnace burning within has gone cold,
Shivering in the steely frosts of numbness.
I have fallen away, lost in shattered glass,
Cuts and bruises adorn my skin, scarring.

Sing me a solemn hymn, for I am unfeeling.
Open up my eyes to the radiant light, again.
I feel nothing but the agony of drowning,
The ground beneath me giving way to death.

Oh, what a sweet kiss death gives.

As long as you wear glasses with mirrored lenses on the inside,
You will always be right in the eyes of the person you're talking to.

Luke 10:27 NIV Bible
He answered, “ ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’

The symbol of the Cross is this simple;
A vertical commandment: Love the Lord with everything
A horizontal commandment: Love your neighbor as yourself

And when you put the vertical and horizontal together, you make a cross.
You are then to carry that cross everyday.
And you are to carry that cross to your death.
Just like Jesus did, out of love for His Father and His love for us.

If you could only hear this howling desert wind,
Echoing of the four corners of this vexed heart,
Swirling about trying to latch onto your love,
But the wind has no fingers...

It continues to go, 'round and 'round,
Forming a dust devil and shredding the walls,
Cracking and separating the desperate foundation,
The blood trickles down my ribs,
And you never saw it.

I forgot when I
Plucked you
From the rose bush
You had thorns

The blood dripping
From my heart
Reminded me
You still hurt