Gods images torn to pieces

As the sky cries

 
 

So do I begin 

 
 

To wonder of 

 
 

what might have been 

 
 

Sick with memoires

 
 

That impale me with every degree

 
 

There is no release severed 

 
 

Ties because of lies

 
 

Yet I phene for just one more night 

 
 

Dream scapes erupt from 

 
 

Just above the need for 

 
 

A sweet river of defeat 

 
 

To give up on you 

 
 

Would be so sweet deliver me

 
 

from this world of regret 

 
 

If I would have just listened

 
 

When you said it was passing 

 
 

Maybe showed a little more 

 
 

Passion but depression and anxiety 

 
 

Left me speechless and torn

 
 

Gods image complete and torn 

 
 

Love loss in all its forms 

 
 

Yet we still retreat to each others arms 

 
 

from time to time just to remember 

 
 

What is missed upon this wish

 
 

As I die inside with words 

 
 

Left unsaid.