Heinous

Heinous

 

I use to pray you left me

Now instead for your return

The milk has turned sour

Leaving curdled memories in turn

 

The burden has been lifted

Converted into shame

Morning casts its radiance

Existence thought our blame

 

The train has left the station

One finally journey home

Broken souls amended

Arrival the unknown

 

Widows reflect idyllic scenes

Leaves of orange and of green

Autumn branches shedding skin

Reveal brittle truths of our sin

 

Heinous thoughts refuse to fade

I longed for them to die

Another journey over

my sweetest soul goodbye