Weakness

The pain of your unspoken words
bowed down under the broken promise of love
trying to find the strength
in this dismal world
to rise above

the weakness of my withering limbs
breeds the poison of defeat
the stagnancy of our
cloven words
encumbers bloody feet

languishing here, a prophet lies
ridiculed by the feeble world
coveting his dying wish
into fate
has he been hurled

agonized voices draw me near
the precipice of sin
debauchery defiles me
the Devil
always wins

i plunge into your seeing eyes
and succumb to the lord of time
chiseling my ashen face
into one i
don't recognize

desperately, i run into the night
frantically i open up
the prophets sacred book
to be corrupted and
to corrupt

lingering there, foretold ages hence
lies the passage of my death
on your sword
and in your heart
will be stolen, my final breath.