The Most

She’s out for a walk
Dragging your conscience behind
She bears the white scar of the sky
Under its bleeding moon she slowly fades
And you stole the goodness
From her heart
In order to be redeemed
You had to drink the watered down taste
Of her dirty blood
And it paved your tongue red with shame
Brought up in a religion
Shunning her radiance
You don’t appreciate
She’s out for a walk
Thinking about you
She bears the stars, embedded in her flesh
Like thorns on a red rose
And you stole that heart of hers
And you brought it down in flames
And all along, she knew she hated you the most