• Two days is all you need to discover something.
    To discover you failed your beloved(s).
    Feeling...no...knowing you must punish yourself.

    Burn the cross into your prominent hand.
    Lie about it to your folks,
    but not fooling the school nurse.
    Wanting to show it off like a trophy.
    As if you won some sort of trivial game.

    Religion and love seep together but not mixing.
    Like oil and water.
    Coming to a boiling point.
    But before you boil over, it stops,
    drains into you heart, and makes it a
    shade of dark crimson-black.

    You feel as if another person dwells inside you.
    That person takes the throne of your sanity,
    twists your judgment, or maybe that was your
    judgment all along...

    Feeling like a new person
    set out to do your other sides duty.
    Corruption has blackened your mind.
    All you can feel is the shattering hearts
    of the ones you crush between your hands.

    I will never love another person as I loved him.

    I must let him go now.

    I don't deserve him.

    I never did.

    It wouldn't have worked out anyways.

    And If it was meant to be our hearts will entwine again down the path.

    Until then I will lock my heart away.

    And become this dark-ling that has embedded in my heart.

    Mayo Dios guarda mi alma.
    (May god save my soul.)