"healing"

Fixed on pulsating pain.
Alone, love for thee slain.
Your mark branded on silk flesh.
My heart wretches beneath my breast.
Thy life thyself wove.
Unravel the stories untold.
I write and sing above this water.
So this memory of emotion will not faulter.
Goddess above me, help me on.
God below me play your song.
My spirit mourns.
The fires gone.
My well is dry.
The air is thick.
My land is barron.
Forget remembrence of those who betray.
I let these loves go on this day.

---Bianca---

By confessor