A lonely heart is a sacred beacon
yet draws evil from dark corners
to snatch an unwary love
for their own selfish desires
Her heart feeds my soul a morsel
teasing it with the soothing expectation
of an eternal feast of the perfect love
teasing me with lips of forever
But it is not love but money
that draws her close to me
a darkness that bleeds from her heart
to paint her facade of lies
She clings to herself in apostacy
and chokes my soul of dreams
seeping slowly into the dead of night
awash in tears of deep regret
Cast aside without a thought
to languish in empty solitude
nourished only by Heaven's manna
until a soul replished lives again
