Believe

I write a song with the blood of Christ on broken altars cast down by Pagan deities and priests.
Forever my cause is forbidden to the believers and unbelievers alike.
I grow impatient with myself at times seeing the hesitation in me grow.
Confusion breeds discouragement and the burden I bare grows intolerant at times to others.
So I strive to keep some kind of faith, even though I mockingly dismiss myself as the only one.
Times grow faint and those verses that once held warmth sting my skin with bitter cold.
Blinded by the thrust of your sides and the worship among others that have gathered.
I try to capture Your essence in one last embrace before I lose myself again to void.
It was all here and in here for but a moment, for the taking in and giving again.
I am tied to Lucifer’s sides with the robes from past lovers.
I try to make amends to those before me, but can only hear the groaning behind me.
The pulling of my hair and the clawing of my back, from some unbound Goddess.
It is allover for me before it even began, She knows each bone in this frail frame of mine.

Dru