Rapture

It’s a diabolical rapture and the harness of the heartless has got you captured.
Leave earth to satan and his slaves, the children of the grave have already joined the black sabbath.
The heartless have made passage and welcome you with open arms to parish those who ravaged your emotionless motions of love.
Come as you are or continute to seek foolish comfort in her intergalactic eyes that resemble unseen stars.
Retreat to the shell of dead skin you once resembled or assemble the emotions you lost during the battle.
She left you emotionally rattled and you started to emerge to skin and bones who do not condone any sign of feelings.
Do you give up love for good?
A misunderstood emotion that gave you the power to remove the hood and show who you really are.
Or do you secretly enjoy the pain and admire the scars?