A Heart Bereaved

This us an adaptation or combination. Of two poems: The Death of Love And A Heart Bereaved

A Heart Bereaved

I pray to find peace and healing for my heart bereaved.
Only to be forgotten by God, in whom I believed.

A broken heart can barely sing.
I am falling into the pain deep within,
Eternally spiraling unto the fate to which I am condemned - yes this will be. I have my poem .......The Death of Love

It was premeditated murder. The stake perched upon the Death of Love.

It was the beginning and the middle and the end of Love.

It is in the grip of darkness, we look to the skies above. There the stars shine overhead - saying, "Give me your soul for the dead." "It will be raised up to another life instead." "Yes! To another Death of Love!"

Bury me with my poems, so that when I reach the other side, I can write about what it feels like to die and other things, to cross the pearly gates, fanned by angels wings

No one tries to warn you about these things: the hurt, the pain, the damnablex lies. But for me, it was your eyes, oh! How they hypnotized. What is now, what was then and what should never be again. And I think, I will never live to trace your shadow softly. To pine after Love, what an absurdity!

And I listened quietly, as you played your song and I thought our love would last forever, but I was wrong. But we loved with a love that was much more than love, a desperation.....begotten of a phantom.

Yes,
We are among the dead and dying. You
We hang our heads down and we were crying.
There is no hope of faith, we have quit trying.
It is true, we have worked at this so long.
My foolish and garish pride, caused me to do you wrong. A never ending search for a truth not told. Look at my eyes, you can see the lies, like snakes coming out from them...but take my hand, I know you'll never find, another one quite like mine. You are all alone in your misery, but you could have been deceived. You know that words are the hardest things to believe. Do you know the misery, in the wicked world you fear? Once you taste my poison lips of infamy....the ghosts of your soul will reappear. As you are now, once was I, as I am now, so you must be,

Bury me with my broken heart on a pedestal of unrealized and damaged dreams. When I reach the other side, perhaps I will understand what you seem to mean. Your acceptable level of cruelty, where the things you never did seem more real than what happened. We have much ahead of us, this Death of Love, how long must it be? It will play itself over and over, me the Amateur and you the man with the sexy lure of words, like swords that pierced my soul. The "Death of Love " was not my goal.

Bury me, for I have taken all I could.
Bury me, I am hopeless and misunderstood.
Bury me while listening to my final scream.
Then will fall the blade of the trusty guillotine .

The 4 o'clock sun shows me your shadow.
The west wind blows to me your scent on a breath....
You were mine for a year, a moment,
But I am yours till death.

The blessings we had were far beyond the cursed. But it was like a requiem or a dirge that we rehearsed.

I took you as my lover, although your lips were cold . You had the breath of death, your eyes were so bold, I wanted your bite, and to be taken into the fold. For you were the Death of Love.



What can I do with this waste of life, I can't hide? I am bleeding to death inside, because of your razor blade words. All my sorrows are multiplied.

You light a big fire and then you leave.
I am abandoned and shall forever grieve.

I hear your voice, always carried by the wind, Hollow and moaning, haunting me again.

I walk amongn the rose petals fallen,
Like they represent my life; a blossom ruined.
This is my life, the hell I live in.

I walk thru the valleys silenced with death.
There are seas of carnage and mountains of regret.
I can not stop, I must walk and behold and get
To desolation's endlessness.

The devil laughs and the angels cry.
The murderer of my soul walks by.
Fate and hells fire insures this sin's torment.
And it is just this, that I will inherit.

I have come to sit with those long dead,
To offer up the thoughts I've gathered.
My heart has wept and it has bled.

You are the tomb of my endless love, that is Carved on the gravestone of my life.

My cold rotten heart, has the sun and moon eclipsed - and I quiver in the mercy of my non- existences gloom.

Look at that.! All the colors seem to fade away.
And all the beauty dissappears.
I am lost wthout a trace
In the spiraling galaxy of my fears.

I would rather be dead than the way you have me living, shot in the heart, and expire bleeding..

Black magic walked among the ferns of the forest trails..
So far from innocence, so far from frail.

It becons,- come! Leading me down the path where darkness dwells in utter doom.

All the rites of ancient wrongs, paired with sweet seduction's final eruptions, and a vainglorious finish is coupled with an impatient song.

A brilliant flash in the onset of heaven.
Leaving them screaming and breaking my heart.
In the soul of the fire is where it will start.

Fates hand gripped me and I knew the death of love. It will arise, for many have sought her, pursued her in shining white armor. No matter how many times you heal, there will be a scar.
Words will always leave and be scars.

A dead sun hangs in an empty sky. We didn't know what happened to you and I. Something sinister began to approach, to rid our bodies of our ghosts. I looked into the illusion of your deceiving eyes.

Hell was casting an evil spell, as it seduces your soul. Listen to the sound of the bell...
Counting off the death tolls.

I take a stroll into the darker musings, thru the twilight, darkness and moonlight. My scarlet tears will run as blood and whispered love, stolen love and all of the fantasies are undone . death's destiny caught up with me and won.

But this death I die is blittersweet, an almost succulent poison, since the soul in me was already dead, it is better to save my skin.

And then, when I am tangled up in your eyes, ravished by your image, sing to me , and my dying soul, a requiem, an aeternam, live while having never lived well, and yet reaching out with a divided hand to bid, hail......to this endless mystery, that will be opened for me to see, the shades of what was never ment to be....in this, my fantasy......in a dream far beyond reality.

Bury me in eternal emptiness: That I shall be in pain no more....that is what love is for... to call in the cards and settle the score.....and wind up with more than you ever had before.

From this world I will depart,
And take with me , my bereaved heart.

I was one that could not be saved.
From the arms of an early grave.K