Aching Soul

Something I wrote during a break up.

This is my soul

Withered, shattered barely in existence.

My heart is no longer red and lively

Its a dark purple as it pumps a black substance into my ice cold veins.

My body, the physical damage 

My bones like glass 

Every move shattering me more and more

My organs no longer working

Everything shut down

Because of 

You

The power you behold is Christ-like

You have control over my aching soul

Your touch relieves the thing you call my body

But you

Left 

Left my aching soul

So now I just 

Wither