final chapter

Naiveté brings grief .

This thing in me is swollen with words untold
Twisted, abandoned at odd angles cracked into two halves cold
soon,soon i will burn and grind in pain but not yet.

I knew it would come to this
tears frozen in eyes ,limbs hardened ,life gone amiss
I imagined this and did it perfectly.

This thing in me didn't believe the dark in him
Dared to claim his innocence on a whim
Oh now i know it was all a myth
for his soul had withered ages ago in a rotten sheath.

I see the sky red now
No thunder no wind no light
Somehow i feel the same and it weighs on me
this barely beating thing ,my heart is finally in peace.

Author's Note

Critiques please.