Who would have known?
Sinking and hurting like sticks and stone
As skin and bone
As cold water gently seeps
And my body does not struggle, but sleeps
The memory of you heaps
Sorrows that only death keeps.
I scoured for a glimpse of heaven's skies
Kneeled, hands clasped with cries
There it was, in your eyes
Piercing through my very guise.
What cruel fate awaited me
When I had approached thee
All you ever wanted was my plea
Of sinful desire and of carnal glee.
God could only ever exhault from you
Your purest of marks, as white as an ewe
Wrapped to your neck, which I would hew
With delight, revealing only what is true.
Will God forgive you? Will I go to hell?
I wish to know at least where you will dwell
Once you hear your inner knell
We shalln't meet in Heaven, you'll only be a shell.
Liquid begins to hug my lifeless soul
The empty body is now just a hoe
Covered in hand prints and bole
Regrets of our meeting, a void filled hole.