7:38 p.m. - 2008-02-21
Love
She is splendor
serene, in her rage
I don't deserve her grace
She is perfect in every way
except she lacks flesh

I close my eyes
Fall into the glorious sky
Behold, the gates of Heaven
Could I reach her, ever?

I wait
impatiently
I hate, I curse
I lacerate
I grow, in decay
I cut
I end my grief
I'll join her today