Thine Heart Bleedeth

Thine heart hast become of diamonds
no more a soul alloweth to break through
thee blood that bleedeth from thy wound-- black
for thou grieve; continued to corrupt-doomed

Shalt thou be forever prisoned
within thine own walls of misery
can ye not findeth a way
to somehow set thee free

Release thy guilt from thine own soul
comfort and peace wilt then be bestowed
binding thy evils from haunting thine every move
toils no more; thy feet and shackles now becometh twain

Thine heart shalt then be as clay
alloweth to bend and mold-blessed plight endeared
thine own blood shalt then bleedeth red
boasting thy passion and love whence forth

(C) Sherry Lynn Hull