The Hidden Sacrifice

I pray to be in your graces.

Instead I find that bitter coldness

Just Like always Before.

That look on your face never a change was made.

I pray... not to God. But to my own heart.

I ask for forgiveness, to let me be free of this pain.

It ignores those cries for a sweet release.

Yet forces me to live this miserable existence.

When will my breath no longer grow colder?

When will my heart finally beat again?

The never ending questions haunting my mind, taunting me ever so often.

A sweet voice, charming my ears with such a tender whisper, tickling the mere flesh of the ear.

Spoke ever so clearly.

"Never."

With what little self confidence was had now shattered upon the ground, like glass breaking to dust the moment crashing to the floor.

Now witness the very pain that has tortured, an already corrupted mind and see for yourself my true reflection, Now you too bare my disillusions.

Do you enjoy what you see? Do you bask in glory of knowing you've shoveled just another foot of soil onto the coffin?

Voices echoed, thoughts endless, silence yearned for, tears hit the floor.

Time seeming to slow, eyes flashing open, as now frozen in time, your fear.

The loneliness. Infinite.