My darkest hour

[haste]

Through that cracks of my resolve
Seep the stains of my dispassion
An emptiness that's not uncommon to the depths of hell
Tormented is this soul of a happiness never granted

I scream for you, but silence resides in this space
Devoid of any hope
Lacking the conviction,
Of a spirit blessed through the virtues of God
Forsaken in my hour of need
Broken and crucified

I clench the blade and it marks my hand
Red is the blood that flows,
I pray that my anguish follows its path,
Lord, will you not hear the desperation of my resound
Will you not offer the mercy that saved your Son

I am but a lesser soldier in your army?
A fallen angel marked with the virtues of your Chosen
Have I fallen form your right hand
And the sight of a merciful God?
Am I not worthy?

I search for reasons of any consequence,
Something to clench, something to hope
In this darkest hour of mine.
My tears escape to meet my blood
A union of emotion not felt, and despair
I hope its not my last....
Someone answer me.


Note - I am not suicidal, its my twisted writing style.

 

[PsychoKitten]

I've already said all I need to, I love your work sweetheart

 

[cherub]

i like the darker writtings also, never been one to choose those happy little deals i try and they suck.

well written

huggles !

 

[Rollingrrl]

very well written indeed! your style of writing while its certainly dark enough is also out there in a way that its easy for even the common reader to truly feel the emotion. You did an excellent job! I do love your style so, keep up the good work!

~Shelly~