Not my home

Your acrimonious words filter and wound my soft ears
My heart molten gold which you pour into the shape of tears
You steal angels wings so you can fly above them, yet its the heights you loathe and fear

My arms I stretch for you whilst I cry
But no length would suffice to reach you by
My temple, my castle, my humble abode 
Is no shelter, no place for me to call home

A dungeon of darkness where blood is spilt
In a form of rubies sewed among the invisible quilt
A punishment by which I was not due
Relieving me from innocence, my soul in bitterness towards you

Ghosts from your past deprive me from sleep
Awake I lay with the sounds of your screech
My music to drown out all reality
Is no match for you or your mental capacity

And death will surrender your dreams within
Until then you live and commit sin
A burden which lays upon my shoulders
A curse I bare intensely smolders.

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[Green Regol]

I don't know if grammar rules really apply to poetry, but I punctuate my poems the same way I punctuate prose (commas wear needed, periods at the end of a sentence, etc.).

I like that you capitalize the first letter of every line - there are too little people that do that on this site.

--yet its the heights you loathe and fear-- is this supposed to be a new line? Also, "its" should be "it's."

This as a nice rhythm and flow.

So I'm not entirely clear on what this is about. Then again, I might just be sleep deprived.