Originally Chromatic

My personal heaven has lost it's Goddess
And faith has escaped my spirit
Aimlessly crawling on raw knees and hands
Avoiding pitfalls and graves that may fit

The light that blanketed me gone gray
As I blink rapidly to adjust to the doldrums
The monotony chipping away at my brain
As my hands search through shards of glass for crumbs

The blood still shines red in this melacholic purgatory
A river slowly building in contrast to the picture
A pool to drown my sorrows in fittingly
As I hold to my chest our personal scripture

Gusts of ash stick to my flowing life throughout
Covered with bruises and welts on the inside
A paradise dead with only a lost soul wandering
The seconds are each moments where I have died

My heaven has lost it's Goddess