The rages of defeat

The voice of truth is slain
so how do i begin?
my wound is on display
and neither side will win

the dead of night draws on
my paper white as death
crimson spots do stain
the purity of my breath

lacerate my heart
you kill me all the same
tear my mind apart
my passive facade maimed

i know you mean it not
when you say you love me so
the pain is what ive sought
my demons just wont go

knocking at my door
hes sharpening his knife
with words of blissful gore
alone we each will strife

through the land of woe
the rages of defeat
across the sea they blow
bow down on bloody feet

now i lay my sword
defiling God's pure altar
the blood of broken words
born a voice that did not falter