No more tortured, blackened soul
Spreading grief where’re you go
Bleeding hearts feel no gain
Of deeds done steeped in pain.

Blessed innocence lost for real
Cold and callous touch they feel
Unholy evil, a putrid curse
That future lives are staked to.

Only hope you descend
Quickly down
Whence you
Ever came from.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012